[She leans into him, not exactly hugging him because both her hands are occupied with pulling the jacket tight around her. Vaguely she remembers Irons doing this for her once, finding her hurting and almost naked after a fight (that he'd engineered himself, the asshole) and draping his leather trench around her.]

No. No, I'm okay.

[Breathing still feels like it needs her entire focus.]

There was - the dining hall. A drug, a hallucinogen - smoke, I think. I - I didn't see the source. Is it over?

[Cop first, Sara later.]