Sitting out of sight on the floor of the van, with her forehead resting on her drawn up knees, Bunny focuses on breathing in and out. The air in that enclosed space is stale, thick in her lungs. The whole weight of the Capitol dome presses down on her, doesn't matter that she isn't directly under it right now. A lot of memories she's successfully pushed away during brighter, happier times crowd in, jostling for her attention.
The problem with waiting alone in the dim parking garage is it reminds her of other long, dark nights. Waiting to see if her brother would stop turning. Waiting to see if she'd join him. A dozen other similar circumstances of keeping vigil over the infected during the past two years. No one's been bit now, but the situation isn't that different at the bottom of it. Someone -- the man she loves more than her own heartbeat, two near strangers, and a baby -- is in mortal peril, while she keeps watch. They come or they don't, and she has no control over the outcome.
A noise. The sound of footsteps echoing in the empty garage. Bunny raises her head, but makes no other movement, still as the animal she's named for as it waits to see if it's a friend or foe that moves through the hollow tonight. But she knows. Her spirits lift in answer to Nate's presence, instinctively aware that he's nearby, despite the fact that she can't yet see him. Time for the next part: slipping out the back way, a violation of Bunny's rule about never exiting by any path other than the one she used to enter. There's no other choice.
By the time Nate throws open the door of the van, her brave face is back on. With luck no one will notice how pale she is from fretting, or how wide her eyes still are, whites showing all the way around each colored iris. There's more of this harrowing journey ahead, but she's not alone anymore, and that's not nothing.
"Ready," she murmurs, allowing herself a fierce, brief hug before they climb together out of the van. Bunny nods in greeting to Adelaide and Rodeo and slips her hand into Nate's. They have to find their way through the dark yet, but safety's calling their names. Just a little more.