Sitting in the Charger, Fi takes a deep breath and reminds herself that he's just lost his brother, is holding onto sane by his fingernails, feels like the world will explode if he loses anyone else, and on top of all of that, he's still dealing with the lingering traces of last night's almost alcohol poisoning.
She knows this. Just like she knows he picked a fight with her because that's easier than dealing with his fear.
And she knows it's natural to want to take what's precious and wrap it up nice and safe when you're scared.
But she really hopes he gets over wanting to treat her like a piece of fine china that needs to be swaddled in bubble wrap and hidden in a safe soon. Because if he keeps doing this it's going to drive her insane.
And more importantly, it's likely to get one of them killed.
She loves Sam, not that she'd ever say that. And she knows Jesse is very good at what he does. But she also knows that she's a better driver, better marksman, much better at explosives, and a better actor than either of them.
When Michael needs to bring his A game, he needs her.
And he needs to realize that, soon.