"Shouldn't have lost your cool?" He repeated with incredulity. "You just lost your..." Elliot took a breath and smoothed his hand through his hair. "You're allowed to lose your cool once in a while, Rae. You're not immune to grief."
It wasn't the time nor the place to be lecturing his friend on the fact that she didn't always have to play the cool-headed hero. He bit back his tirade, following her gaze as it returned to the building. It went without saying what was going through her mind right now. There was no possible chance Mary-Ellen could still be alive, but he didn't fault Rae for wishing.
There were many downsides to being someone people depended on. Most days, Elliot himself didn't mind it. Others, like today? He didn't envy what Rae was going through. They got a place on one of the last buses. Elliot noticed with some regret that Miriam and Aaron were nowhere to be seen. Now he could only hope they were being taken to the same safehouse.
There were no more free seats, but even if there were, Elliot likely would've remained standing anyway. As it was, he held his medical bag awkwardly against him, bracing his free hand against the back of one of the seats. "Of course," was all he said to her statement. He didn't feel the need to point out that that went without saying. Going to a new, unfamiliar place, it felt only natural to stick with what you already knew was safe and comfortable.
No one else on the bus spoke up to answer Rae's question. Elliot saw Andreas shrug. "I think I heard a few people say they're taking us to MSG. I assume it's an abbreviation for something."