It was a tripwire. We're lucky the bomb didn't damage anything.

[ Who puts a bomb in a contained environment like this? Ugh.

Her arm is closest and she pauses, letting the kiss linger. She smiles and gets her arms through her bra, fumbling with the straps to hook everything in place. ]

But if Ella wasn't what she is, we would have had a dead kid on our hands along with the other woman.

[ Whatever she is. ]

I'm glad you're alright, too.