France. It's not, in the grand scheme of things, that far from where she'd fallen unconscious. At the same time, it's a world, a lifetime, a universe away. She shudders slightly, wrapping her arms tightly around herself to ward off a chill that's entirely internal, and remains where she is, back to him and to the car for a long moment.

Once she's rallied her control - clinging to it by her fingertips - she finally turns back, stride brisk and businesslike as she moves to join him.

"What happened to Sasha?" she asks quietly. Her handler, presumably, late and unlamented.