This isn't going well. Leah lifts her chin, centering herself. She shoots Pope a look - let her handle it.

"He's hurt," she agrees, softer. Anders gives her a sharp look, his anger so close to the surface. But she's had a lifetime of weathering angry men. "But he'd want you here. Can you do that?"

She'll kick him to the curb if he can't.

Anders exhales sharply. "Are you getting a doctor?"

"Yes," Leah agrees. "But this is classified. You cannot say a word."

"This his blood?"

This time, it's Leah who has to compose herself. "Some of it," she admits.