Meredith hesitates, struck by the sense it's the same thing all over again, always him trying to protect her, although it's not like she can do the same. That's the worst part, maybe — not that he can do these things, not even that she isn't actually surprised by it, but that it's in some way connected to her, about her. She draws a deep breath and skirts around him, heading outside and away from the doors before she realizes they're still not alone. There are others headed toward them, but as they get closer, they don't strike her as being part of the prison — and one of them, at least, is familiar. She glances back. "Sean?"