Hannah steps into the hallway, and stands with her back against the wall for a moment, trying to breathe.

Time to get it together. She can fall apart later.

Right. Water.

"Here," she says, holding the plastic GW cup she got at orientation out to Brennan. And waiting to make sure Brennan has a good grip on it before she lets it go. And trying not to think too much about the blood at the ends of Brennan's sleeves.