She let him take her hand, idly, twining her fingers through his. Still not looking over.

"I don't know," she said, in that same flat tone. Shrugging again. "I had the gun, I wanted him dead. He should be dead. Then Tseng jumped in front of him, because hey, you guys can die, but not the fucking President. I said he should move or I'd shoot both of them, but ... I couldn't have. The other boss, yes, but not him and Tseng. And then Tseng said we should go look for you guys, and I got so angry. He knew you had to be ... dead, he was just trying to distract me. And then he said you ... you d-deserved a ..."

Dammit. "Burial."