For a moment, Lindianne remains where she is. Then, with a quiet little sigh, she reaches up to grab Voodoo's hand and pull herself up.

Her knees are aching. Constantly running and roping out of helicopters has done a number on her legs and feet over the course of the day. She winces as she stands. "I'm good," she says with a harsh little chuckle at the end. "I'll be right behind you, Voodoo."

She doesn't look down at Ferro. Another time, at somewhere that isn't in the middle of the street, she'll stop and try to process through the entire string of events. As it stands, all she feels is numb. Weary.

But a little hopeful, too. It's the first concrete victory the JTF has had. And it's thanks to them. All of them.

It's a start, at least.