Wynonna trails off and March is already putting his hands on his hips, tilting his head slightly downwards so he has a good view of Wynonna and all of her body and facial language, refusing to be distracted by his usual shit. This is serious.

Really, really serious, he realizes. He presses his lips into a thin line as he listens, following closely, remembering a dinner table and the breaking of glass.

"Yeah, but it also means when you get outta here you can get her out." A little short-sighted, maybe. Willfull ignorance.

"I get not wanting to celebrate, but it means you can do something, right?"