Her eyes were red rimmed, her nose bright as well. She sat with her hand tight around the hilt of the sword that was left behind, as it rested against her lap. The borrowed handgun with in quick reach beside her thigh. One moment she was alone, the next moment she was looking at the feet of Superman. With a sniffle she rubbed her nose with the heal of her hand, though it was dry, before she wiped her cheek with the sleeve of her coat. "I didn't see him either. I checked the alleys while I was searching for him. In between here and the Rockefeller Plaza. But all I found was this..." She lifted the sword a little. "And that." She nodded behind him at the smallish puddle of blood. "And then there was the little bit I heard on the phone."
This ranked up there to the most horrible thing to ever happen. And she'd been through some pretty awful crap before she came back to Ridgeway. It was hard not to hold on to not cry again. That five minutes didn't seem like they were long enough, not for something like this. She shook with the effort to keep calm.