Meredith nods, sucking in a sharp breath. If she lets herself stop and think about this, any of it, it's too much, but she believes that. She has to try to, anyway. They've made it through a hell of a lot, but nothing like this. She isn't cut out for this, doesn't doubt she's in danger, because whatever she said about staying out of the way, she's not sure she's fast enough or knows enough to do that, and if failing in that doesn't get her, something else might. So far out of her depth, trusting him is all she's got. "I know," she murmurs back, though she doesn't, not at all. She touches his hand briefly as she climbs into the truck, trying to hold onto the idea: they'll get through this. If he says that means going to Russia with this group, then that's what they have to do.