Felicity reels from the slap, but she's somehow able to back away from Tom as he staggers past them and away. She considers the merits of chasing him for a moment, but a quick glance down to her blood soaked sleeve and outfit assure her the Tom isn't worth expending further energy. No one could survive that. Not for long anyway.

She turns then to Albert, face stony and resolute after their nightmarish encounter though her body communicates something else. She's breathing hard, adrenaline sending her body shaking. She isn't sure what to do, can't tell what to say. What can she say to Albert, when he's just lost Jet and they've just committed together. Hesitating, she trots to him, dagger falling to the floor as she silently throws her arms around Albert.