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PEPPER P. (saltedand) wrote in rooms,

Hope didn't need much to flicker and it showed, lighting up the sober planes of Pepper's face. A coma was a cliff-edge away from death, but it wasn't death, it wasn't final. Her mind - the very back of it, the place used to absorb the facts scattered in between the flippant patter of the man alive - abruptly stopped stuttering on the necessary requirements for after and set-to on facilities. Yes, yes she could find somewhere to go. Pepper looked now at the blond woman, the first one with an accent she recognized now.

"Thank you. We can get somewhere set up within a couple hours." And gratitude filled her voice, something to do, something that wasn't standing around wondering how to break it to JARVIS that he had outlived his creator.

"There are safe houses." They'd been set up, back after Tony had disappeared the first time. Scattered around the country, and other countries. Places stocked with safe-rooms and doors that closed heavily on threats. But Tony hadn't seen this one coming to close the door on -- or perhaps he had and opened the door to it.

Pepper looked at both women, wrung her hands. "Thank you. You were in the Tower, weren't you?" She looked at Clementine directly. "You helped then. Thank you, for helping us. Helping him."

And practical help was something to seize on. "What would you need? I can make calls, get things moving if I know what you need." The last, to Penny.