[hank is smart - smarter than nick believes herself to be. he’s resourceful, he’s experienced at puzzling through nonsensical clues, and he cares. she has full faith in his abilities, motivation, and dedication to finding whatever is of use in that pile of papers.

and she knows how much being a cop means to him. when he says he’s quitting, her expression creases into a somber frown, and her voice is quiet when she speaks again.]

Shit, Hank. I’m sorry.

[what else can be said for something like this, a confession to leaving so important behind? she wants to ask what his plans are after that, but the second flash drive takes her attention instead.]

Son of a demon, [she mutters, shaking her head.] I have no idea. He didn’t even tell me about this, why he was giving it to me - he just left it for me to find while I was asleep.

[she realizes about half a second late how that sounds, and races to explain:] Uh - not like that, honest. We were just hangin’ out at my place, it got late, and I passed out. He was gone when I woke up, and this flash drive was there instead.

[and that was the last meaningful time they’d spent together. nick’s heart aches sharply, but she refuses to cry anymore. never stop fighting - those were his last words, and she intends to do just that.]