She blinks away from X, down to their hands on the bed.

"It - knocks out the power. In a building."

Or several. For miles.

"Everyone we were keeping there got out."

Her tone is still steady as she says it. Elle might know it's her fault, but now, like then, she's unwilling to make it her job.

Her fingers grip X's tighter, before -

"I could've let him do it. Instead."