Sharon gives her friend a grateful look and nods. "Definitely."

She's got her prescription in hand – a mild sedative to help her sleep – and thanks the team before making her escape. Their Task Force-appointed driver gives her a speaking look, but opts not to argue. Soon enough they're pulling away and headed for the hotel, and Sharon leans back against the seatback, closing her eyes as she finds Nat's hand with hers and gives it a squeeze.

"Thanks," she murmurs.