Slowly, gently, she extends her hands and takes the chick - there's no way to truly refuse her. The weight of her, soft and warm and so light. Feathers and so many breakable bones. Can the chick feel the nervousness that is in her arms, in her hands, kept studiously from her face? If something is to happen, she'll have to shove the bird back at Jean, and run. Figure out something that works as an excuse later.

So far, she's still here. Agent Charlie still lives. The twitching that Fever expects isn't there. Not yet.

Careful. Careful as she brings the chick closer. But..

For a bit, everything is still fine.