Nico gasped like she had when she'd almost drowned in Abed's reality-warping. She wanted to turn around and bury her face against Raph's neck, try to crawl inside his shell with him, but she couldn't bring herself to release her anchor on his arm or to turn away when Eric might still come for them. He wasn't dead, so he was still a threat.

She tore her eyes away from her bloody hands, seeking out the bridge where she'd been torn off the older man. Even with her uncontrollable shaking, her wild-eyed refusal to cringe probably looked more like defiance than the fear it actually was.

"...'kay." she managed, barely a whisper in response to the reassurances Raph was murmuring into her hair. "'kay."