Man, he was out like a light. Kim had seen battle fatigue before, and from what she knew of Jason Bourne's recent and long-term history, she would ID him as a prime candidate. Amazingly, the light of resolve and commitment was still alive in his eyes. When he went down, though, he went down quick, and small wonder. It wasn't even three months since his girlfriend—the mother of his child—was killed, not to mention everything else he'd been through. Doubtless more than she knew; she'd been out of the loop for almost eight weeks. He was still on the run the day she walked out of Landy's ops center for the last time.
Even though she didn't have clearance, Landy considered her a protégé and so had let her look at the file, briefly. He had endured plenty. Add to it responsibility for the little girl, who must have been on his mind constantly for the two or so years of her life. His mental toughness had to be at least as great as his physical strength for him to still be standing at this point.
MSF rules or no, she had been glad she had her Sig when a man she didn't know came into the tent where she was caring for a child. She had not been entirely surprised to come face to face with Jason Bourne. Shocked when she saw his face looking up from the photo in a Western-featured child's hand in an orphanage in India, yes. Surprised to see him mere days later, no. The short time she had spent working on his case in Berlin had been enough for her—for all of the team—to create a myth around him, one that allowed for his appearance here now that his child was in danger. Despite the stature of that myth, she remained confident that he would not hurt her. Concerns over his plans, and whether he was fit to care for a two-year-old child, were edging out concern for her own self.
Kim approached the twosome, checking to make sure that the IV line was clear and the arm relaxed. Checking visually only. She didn't want to startle Jason Bourne out of a deep sleep, and with his child in his arms. She amended her previous assessment of her personal safety to He wouldn't hurt me on purpose. She backed away.
Kim looked around the ragged tent and sighed. Only the one cot; she had sent the rest down to the orphanage. She retrieved her weapon and rolled out her Thermarest pad. She stretched out, holding her firearm on her chest. He wasn't the only one with excellent reflexes. She slept, assured in the fact that no one had successfully sneaked up on her in years.