When she finds them, they're moving, headed somewhere and she feels their urgency, but doesn't know the mission. Not yet. They'll tell her, as they always have and she'll help as much as she can, as she always does. Gun in hand, tucked carefully against her side, Florence falls in step beside Tom and looks across him at Mike, at them both.

Questioning. Asking, Where are we going? Because it's the three of them now, whatever they need.

This isn't where she thought she'd find them, but they always move on without her if she needs to leave and she always finds them.