Deirdre stepped out of the limo when the locks popped open, enthralled and horrified by the vision in front of her. Milo fussed against her side in the carrying sling, and she stroked over his hair lightly. When the thing reached out from the building, she turned her body to shield him from the heat and noise, covering his ear with her hand and pressing the other to her shoulder. He started crying softly nonetheless, and she shushed him softly, comforting him for the short moment until he stopped.
She couldn't help choking a little on her own emotion though as the building collapsed on itself. Anyone that had ever known her would be shocked at the show of softness. Cradling a child as a few tears rolled down her face. It was an awful place, the building, but it had given her Milo, and was now returning all the warmth it had stolen from her in a brief, fierce blaze. She stood, watching the flames, transfixed by the sight.