Deb's kept away from the wreckage until now. She's seen it on TV, watched everything there is until she can't shut her eyes without it replaying in her head, but it's -

Different, up close.

As a cop, she's seen plenty. More than most cops her age have, probably. But Miami was a completely different fucking breed than this, and it still takes her a minute, when she gets close to the site. She's scanning everything, taking in possible entrance and exit points, everything she would have done herself.

And in taking it all in, she finds Sonny. Even with everything else going on, she can't help but think it's strange, seeing him anywhere but in the bar. He looks out of place, somehow.

But then, anyone would look out of place in front of a bunch of fucking wreckage.

She lets out a quick breath and says, "Hey."