"I'm pretty unbreakable," Molly pointed out. She knew that Gert... well, that Gert maybe didn't think of her as a fragile person, but Gert was one of possibly only two people left on the planet who had known her before she was actually unbreakable. She couldn't blame her at all for feeling protective. Molly felt pretty damn protective of Gert and of Chase as well, but she also understood that they were both big kids and could take care of themselves. In terms of mental breaking... Molly had definitely seen her fair share of traumatizing things, and she had a method for dealing with it. "Especially now."
Gone... gone was better than dead, but at the same time it was worse because at least with dead, she'd know where they were. With gone, it could go either way. Molly managed a weak laugh at the suggestion that her parents had a secret lair that they had locked themselves away in. "Probably."
Probably not. But she could, for once, pretend that one of Gert's big conspiracy theories about their parents' dealings was true and good. Even if it meant admitting that what her parents had been doing wasn't necessarily good, which was something that Molly avoided at all costs. She knew that her folks weren't exactly the purest of pure, but they were still her parents, and she'd made a decision a long time ago to ignore the bad and focus on the good. It was weird that the bad was suddenly a potential good. It was an extreme and unlikely bad, but it counted.
Turning, Molly moved to finish putting away the gauze, chewing on her lip as she worked. "Thanks for checking."