Al moved as JJ stood up, hands out like a mom with a toddler learning to walk.  But, she couldn't do anything to stop him as he sat abruptly back down.<br/><br/>She accepted his words with a grim nod, squatting beside him once more.  "I...understand," she said, her tone speaking volumes.  She put a hand to the man's shoulder, holding him up as he seemed a bit wobbly.<br/><br/>Al opened the mini fridge in front of her and plucked out a can of Pepsi; her own stock.  "Here.  The sugar will do you some good...unless you're diabetic...?  After an adrenaline rush like that..."  She smiled and looked at Leof as JJ turned to him.  She looked from face to face so she wouldn't have to look at Louie's carcass.  Her one-time co-worker and oddly enough someone she thought of as a sort of friend, didn't fare as well as the rest of them had.<br/><br/>"What now?" she asked, softly.