Sonya didn't really like the idea of sitting around, but at the state she was in, only an emergency would have her disobey Jax's order (implied order anyway). So long as she didn't start counting bricks or tiles, she could hold up.

Outside the sounds of marching were evidentant, but it was all aimed in one direction, as though they were reinforcements.

That didn't mean there wasn't someone else outside besides Lipton.

"Carwood?"

The voice was soft, shakey, but to him it would've still been recognizable.

Jane Lipton slowly emerged from an empty shop-or so it would have been had the people inside not been in suspended animation-her hands gripping the fabric of her dress.

"Carwood," her face lit up with relief. "It's really you. The gentleman Raiden said I would find you here."