She does believe that Sam is working himself to exhaustion on the other side. It’s just… the getting out? It feels desperately impossible just yet. She can’t even climb the walls here with her Fabrikated slippers. Maybe a silly detail to get hung up on but it’s where she’s at right now.

She stops when his hand comes to her shoulder, and only because she saw it telegraphed before he did it does she not tense for it, “Not all of us,” it’s a quick-snap comment, but said softly, remorsefully. She’s seen the bodies, Steve.