Lindianne is busy staring off at a point just over Voodoo's head. His words jar her out of her thoughts. "Hmm? Oh. Man, that's good." There's a pause. "I'm glad his family's okay." She takes a sip of coffee, swallows, and then manages to give him a genuine smile. "If things are holding firm out there, then maybe..."

Then maybe San Francisco hasn't fallen. Maybe she'll get a call one of these days from her own family. It's a silly thought, of course. No one in the Parker household knows what she really does for a living.

Behind Voodoo, she spends a moment watching the line of civilians filter through for their rations. She sees the two children from Yankee Stadium. Further down the line, just barely visible, she sees Rana.

And that definitely perks Lindianne right up.

"We'll get there. Eventually. Then we can go home, all of us."