There's a fleeting snarl from her as he does, her own teeth bared as he shoves her aside and rushes forward with a hunger too consuming to control. In her eyes? He's not out of his mind or corrupted by the nightmare: as far as she can tell, this is him.

And she's done.

Enhanced as he is now, Gabe will take care of him. Decision made and committed to in an instant when she bitterly activates her camouflage, slipping away into invisibility before her former-partner has the opportunity to focus on anything but the soldier charging in bare-handed.

Good luck, Jack Morrison. You're on your own.