Kate's fingers curl into the cushions of the couch, grip tighter than the knots in her stomach. Her head's pounding and she could seriously puke from nerves. She wonders if this is what it's like to be afraid of a fight, because her mouth tastes bitter and she almost can't watch.

But if there's anyone who can get that bomb defused, it's... yeah, no. Two minutes isn't enough to work with. They're going to have to--that, yeah. And...

Shit, she'd forgotten already about the explosion at the beginning. The building's imploding and Will's shouting for Magnus and her and Kate just sort of tears down the middle. God, Will. She's supposed to be protecting them, and if he sounds like that, she totally screwed up.