It's only in the sudden quiet that Meredith tears her gaze away from the window, looking the other way and back out again before she opens the car door and climbs out. Something's happening — something's not happening — and somehow that's much worse than the screams and shouts and gunfire. She should stay where she is like she said she would, but she can't bring herself to sit still when she doesn't know what's happening. When there was distinct and definite fighting, at least she had a reason to stay out of the way. Even now, she's so far out of her element that she sticks close to the car, mostly pacing, trying to make up her mind or at least make herself wait a little longer. When she catches sight of him in the distance, that's enough. She sets the gun back in the car and takes off toward him.