Though Meredith can't see anything from where she is, she stays close to the window anyway, peering intently out as if she might catch a glimpse of the battle. She watches and she listens, trying to track their progress by the sound of gunfire, straining for some hint of the scream that has to be Sean. It's a chilling sound and one she's desperate to hear, proof he's still in good enough shape to keep fighting back. The fight itself beyond that isn't anything she wants to consider. The group she's fallen in with won't hesitate to kill and once she considers the injuries that could be piling up, she wants to be there, too, to help with that, the only thing of worth she can do in a situation like this. Sitting here leaves her restless, palms pressed hard into her knees as she tells herself she has to stay here, she can't just go running right into the middle of that.