Anyone else, and Molly might well have been startled by the approach, her nerves shot as it is after the events of the last few days. Instead, at the sound of Russell's voice, she relaxes a little, some of the tension in her shoulders easing as she turns to look up at him. She's still clearly shaken and there's no getting around that fact, but she can't let herself get too weighed down by it now, as easy as it would be to do so. Three people are dead — and a fair few more, probably — and it's important that she keep it together through this. It's easier, somehow, with Russell here, pulling her out of her own head.

"Orrin Fillby died," she says, figuring there's no sense in dancing around the subject, though she keeps her voice low in turn, not wanting other people to hear. "The other council member from the third district. That's half of them in less than a week."