Hester leans into the comfort greedily, and the shift that is her being the one listening, the one being instructed, and Oleta's voice leading her through it, is almost too much. Those beautiful affections are almost too much.

No cameras always watching. No people hiding their watching behind sunglasses, or not being required to hide their watching at all. Another deep breath. They're safe, at least marginally. They're together, certainly. Hester matches her own breaths to Oleta's, fingers wrapping around her wrist, holding it gently, so she can feel the other woman's heartbeat. The pulse under her index finger steadies her. They're alive, they're here. "We need to figure out where we are, and what's going on. Proper clothes are in order too, I think."