The attack on Fabrice is one thing, and as awful as she feels about it, it's nothing compared to the mention of her father. She flinches, hard, and it's like she's been physically slapped.

"My dad died in an accident," she says, and if the words come out a little harsh, she doesn't mean them to. She's glad, suddenly, that the partition is up and Jude can't hear the conversation happening in the backseat. "She told me, she told us all, he..." she can feel tears threatening and she pushes them back. She can still remember the last time he smiled at her, and if she thinks about her mother being the one to destroy it all, to rip their family apart at the seams...

Surreptitiously, she checks his head for any wounds. Concussion, maybe, he's not talking sense. But the wounds are there, and he says he saw her face. What else doesn't she know? "Fabrice..." her fingers are turning white with how tight she's holding him, like if she lets go she'll let go of herself, too. "I'm so sorry."