After Callighan left them, and after Gaspar thankfully dragged Williams away, the air finally felt breathable again.
Mei changed fast the second someone brought her clean clothes. Her hands still shook while she pulled the ruined top off, and for a moment she had to stop because her fingers wouldn't work right. Too much adrenaline still stuck in her system. Too much leftover disgust. She forced herself through it anyway, threw the fresh clothes on, and came right back before Pamela had even finished laying out what she needed.
Keith was still barely holding himself together.
