"Kim. I don't think she could really talk. I didn't tell her anything specific." She shifted her feet, wishing she'd worn flats if not gym shoes. Not that she'd expected to be doing anymore than sitting at her desk and maybe walking around CTU.

A hairclip would be good too, Chris thinks as she brushes her hair from her neck. It's another sunny, hot day out made all the moreso by being in the middle of the desert. With a nod toward the one attacker she assumes is alive, Chris asks, "What are we going to do with him?"