"Water, yes, please....." Heaving a twisted metal panel into a pile of others already moved from the mess, Bel wipes back a lock of sweat-streaked hair and waves at Yori. God, it's good to see someone has a handle on the supplies. There's so much to do, so much to organize, but it's hard to think past the numb disbelief of the Moira being gone.

It's a break, too, from not knowing what's going to turn up under the next charred panel. Bel hasn't found anyone in this area yet, but that doesn't mean they won't.