Nico's movement draws the aim of her gun, though looking at his face down the narrow barrel of the metallic thing, Quynh realizes that she has no desire nor need of drawing death forth tonight. Not right now. There has been enough death between the three of them, and so her gun falls away, though whether it had ever been a threat, she is unsure.

Her eyes scan the roof behind them, the ones next to them and across the street. There is no An, and the absence draws another spike into her heart.

At least they remember the old language, the one that has faded away to nothing in this new world.

"You have found me." That much is evident, and though she wants nothing more to fall into their arms, there is an oceans worth of weight between them, and it twists her up with anger and resentment and sorrow. "What do you want."