Dinah was hugging herself, trying to make herself believe that she was over this, it was years ago, there was nothing she could have done... "Yeah. Gotta admire the details I thought I forgot."

Like how she and Helena had stumbled out of the warehouse, barely ten yards from the door, coughing and choking from chemical fumes. Like the sound of more gun-fire inside, automatic and fast.

LIke turning back, and the way her voice cracked when she said "Mom?"

And how high the flames rose when the warehouse exploded, and Helena held her back, didn't let her go back in.

She kept watching. Because maybe, maybe, from this angle, her mom got out? Maybe-- maybe Hawke stayed inside longer?

No such luck.

She shuddered, looking back over to that quiet car, and if that was as bad for this woman as this was for her... "Outta here. We need to get-- now."