"Okay," she says. After that moment, that sickening taste of green apple and pulse pounding rage and fear, she feels oddly liberated. Her heart is still beating too quick, thumping away heavily behind her ribs, but the fear is gone. The anger is, too. At least for the moment.

She's relieved it's Laura she's climbing into the cab with, too. A man might have been too much right now, even someone she cares for as much as Jason, and someone who knows her well might not have given her this freedom she suddenly feels. Certain responses would have been expected of her, but Laura doesn't know her. Doesn't know to expect anything out of her.

"What an asshole," she says, loose limbed in her seat.