"You, darling, are lovely," she answers, but her voice is tight with worry and she sounds distracted, crouched by the bit of blood she's found. There's no way to know for certain it's Nate's, but given its proximity to his gun -- and that she can identify beyond a shadow of a doubt -- she's willing to place a fairly hefty bet on the fact that it is.

"I don't know," she admits, standing again, then producing Nate's gun from where she'd tucked it into her belt. The safety is on now and she just holds it in her palm, but it's comforting anyway, having Nate's gun in one hand and her own in the other. "But this is and it was lying on the ground near the blood. Nate wouldn't just toss his gun."

Then her graze is drawn to another shining patch of blood on the sidewalk and another just beyond that. It isn't a lot, but it's enough to form a path and she points it out to Coop, following it toward what looks like an abandoned warehouse just half a block over.