Spoilers for s3.
Crouched down amongst the debris, she is the picture of everything that he hates to see. A tragedy unfolding before him. Misery has never looked good on her.
It's with a heavy heart and a strange yearning to be there for her and to support her in any way he can that he takes the last few steps inside what is left of her apartment, and to her side.
"How are you doing?" he asks.
She laughs, humourlessly. "My apartment just burnt down, Mac. How do you think I'm doing?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"
"No." She stands up and looks at him. In her hands she grips a photo frame, blackened by the fire. The photo has burned beyond recognition. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm just..."
"Tired?" he asks.
She sighs and then lets her gaze wander around them. "Yeah. Tired."
"Let's get you out of here. Are you hungry?"
"I could eat."
He nods toward the door. "I'm buying."