Don't move, he says, and she's flush with anger for the hot spark of a second for it. For all of this. One hand snapped down over his forearm where he's raised it in front of her, and it's all misplaced— even 76's fight against Los Muertos wasn't distinctly hers, wasn't personal— logically she knows as much. It's the situation that has her livid, and Jack is the unfortunate vehicle in this scenario, stuck punctuating the bottom line in an effort to keep them both alive.

Her grip tightens for a beat, nails dug in before she wrenches her hold on him like a lifeline.

Whatever state he's in now, Gabriel isn't wholly dead yet - and the longer she can keep these two from hammering the last few nails into the coffin of their past, there still might be time to fix it. "No mames, Dígitos— we need to leave, now!"