Jason watched Leah in silence. Blood still spattered the white of her uniform. She moved slowly and quietly out of the study and into the hall. He stood motionless until he could no longer hear her footsteps. He casually lowered himself into a waiting chair. The chair was comfortable, but Jason wasn't.
After some time had passed, Jason's fingers started tapping on a keyboard. Slowly at first, but faster and with some determination as his thoughts began to cement in his mind. Dealing with Dan Thomas always seemed to annoy Jason. With the day's earlier events, Jason was angry with him.
His thoughts turned to Steven Bauer and his anger turned to a white-hot fury. His fingers stopped moving. Too many dead on Jason's account. Too many dead that Bauer was responsible for. Jason shoved the keyboard away. He sat in silence in the darkening room.
Having lost track of time, Jason was startled when Mentor spoke. “You may wish to check on Leah,” the AI told him.
“She's taking a shower, Mentor.”
“Yes, sir, she is, but not in the manner that you believe.”
Jason turned his attention to the wall monitor. “Show me.” The monitor flickered to life with an image of Leah standing in the shower. She had removed her boots. Other than that, she was still wearing her uniform, the tights she sometimes wore with it, and her single glove. Her head was pressed against the wall. Her hair was mostly dry. Her bare fist hammered against the tiles of the shower, sparks flying with every impact.
Not wanting to waste time, Jason flew. He landed outside the bathroom. The doorknob turned easily. Either Leah had not locked it or Mentor had released it before Jason arrived. He didn't bother knocking.
Leah took no notice of his presence until Jason gently laid his hand on her shoulder. She turned to look up at him. Her eyes were puffy and red. She was still crying. “She was just a child!” Leah buried her face in Jason's chest.
Jason lightly lifted Leah in his arms and gently settled to the floor of the shower, letting the water wash over them both.