His kick goes wide as Tom ducks and the bar in the ceiling breaks, not able to hold Albert's considerable weight. He tumbles behind Tom, left in the proverbial dust as the younger man is sliced and makes his escape. From the spray of blood, he won't make it far regardless.

Albert collects himself from the floor, not hurt at all for not landing on his head and undamaged as apparently the alloy from which he's constructed is stronger than that of the station, judging by the dent he's placed in the floor. Once standing, he dusts himself off and retracts the knife, not managing to turn around before Felicity's arms are around his waist and her face is buried against his back.

It was easier thinking about Tom's last moments of life, of taking stock of his injuries or lack there of, but with Fee hugging him comes feeling. Ebbing anger, choking grief, and a numbness that seeps into his heart. Or that was always there, and Fee's contact let it free.

Either way, he simply places his hand atop hers, not sure what else to do or say, just standing with a blank face and either unwilling or unable to show his grief.