Peter looked bad. If he had slept at all it couldn't have been for many minutes - the darkness beneath his eyes and the redness in them clearly told of both exhaustion and grief, but he still stared at them with that grim frown and on-edge expression.
Matt gave him a lingering look to sort of assess that, but ultimately just gave him a grateful pat to she shoulder when he exited the room, very happy to be outside of it. Peter looked less like he might snap and more like he just wanted to break something and there was a difference between the two. Especially now when the sorrow was starting to show.
Mohinder didn't look hurt. Still somewhat shaken, but not hurt. Matt turned to him, voice low. "We gotta move. I don't know who's calling the shots, but whatever's going on, the soldiers are getting antsy. How's it look outside?"
That question mostly directed to Peter. Little had happened in their half-hour absence, but the bits and pieces Matt had caught from the people moving through the corridors had seemed either shaky or way too darkly determined.
Peter looked between them. If his brother hadn't just died he might have dropped a remark about a locked-in situation, but his answer was in a fairly clipped tone. "Bad. It's spreading fast." A brief nod to Mohinder, who would have seen it too: "They don't even know where to take the dead."
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Matt gave him a lingering look to sort of assess that, but ultimately just gave him a grateful pat to she shoulder when he exited the room, very happy to be outside of it. Peter looked less like he might snap and more like he just wanted to break something and there was a difference between the two. Especially now when the sorrow was starting to show.
Mohinder didn't look hurt. Still somewhat shaken, but not hurt. Matt turned to him, voice low. "We gotta move. I don't know who's calling the shots, but whatever's going on, the soldiers are getting antsy. How's it look outside?"
That question mostly directed to Peter. Little had happened in their half-hour absence, but the bits and pieces Matt had caught from the people moving through the corridors had seemed either shaky or way too darkly determined.
Peter looked between them. If his brother hadn't just died he might have dropped a remark about a locked-in situation, but his answer was in a fairly clipped tone. "Bad. It's spreading fast." A brief nod to Mohinder, who would have seen it too: "They don't even know where to take the dead."