Marie's point of view during Identity, in the apartment. Word: Immobile.
"Where are your shoes? Get your shoes," Jason said quietly, evenly. As though he had not just been attacked. As though he had not just broken a man's arm and leg. As though a man had not just hurled himself from his flat's balcony.
Conversationally.
Marie muttered something; she might have agreed. But she could not move.
A man had just jumped out the window, and all Jason could think about were her shoes?