Neal focuses on Rachel instead of answering right away, shedding his jacket and tucking it in around her on the damp grass. He checks her pulse, like he'll be able to tell anything from it beyond "she's alive," and for a moment he gets stuck with his fingertips against her skin. He stares at her without really seeing her.

"She blew herself up." His voice sounds like it's coming from somewhere a few steps to the left of himself.