Nina
She felt trapped standing in the control room looking on at the monitors, no one to push, no way to help. The fact that Cameron stood beside her only irritated her, an irritation she turned towards Rosen's predictable spiel of powers and responsibility.
Responsibility. She snorted. If there was one thing Lee blew big time was 'responsibility.' The revealing broadcast didn't upset her the way it did Bill. It was the loss of signal after seeing him tackled by security. Imagining the worse – well, reliving the abduction and banishment for the temporary confinement at Binghamton came to mind for her. That memory resulted in one fact she held on to that kept her going:
Lee could go burn in hell.
She was fine with that thought, his irresponsibility tearing the first major wound in her being, her pain burning into a never ending anger.
"No, Dr. Rosen isn't showing him any sympathy at all," Rachel said, a hint of irritation in the young woman's voice.
Oh good, Nina thought, two peas in a pod in the 'dislike Rosen' club. Rachel's avoiding the office created the next sting, a sting that became a stab when her friend moved out, cowardly returning to 'mommy and daddy' because everything became 'too much.' something Nina didn't see.
Another blind spot that became a backstabbing gesture ripping her apart was Cameron's desertion. Nina apologized for pushing him. She had no intention of doing it deliberately – not in her mind at least. Yet the kind eyes turned cold, removing any practical reason for Nina to stay. That, along with Bill's increasing grumpiness wasn't worth leaving the house let along bothering with work.
The image of seeing Rosen burning alive tore Nina apart, worse than her being turned out by her family, given the revelation of her ability long ago. As Nina struggled to keep it together, Rachel's ability to stay calm and unearth the truth bothered and anchored the svelte woman.
Nina still couldn't rest however, not as they ran after their friends, still in the hands of the prisoners. When the van flipped, courtesy of Cameron's dead-on shot, Nina's spirits were as crushed as the van, and maybe Bill and Gary inside.
If either of those men had died, she didn't know how to react. Gary had never brought out an angry side to her.
As she watched the scene unfold, with Lee trying to be Lee – helpful, understanding, things she didn't need right now even if it was meant for Gary, she knew she couldn't, would stay much longer.
Walking back to her loft in SoHo, an empty one in terms of friendship, a cozy one in terms of treasures, Nina stopped by an art gallery, admiring the painting. To hell with it, she thought, given how uneven and unsteady the day was, she decided she deserved something delightful and beautiful.
Less than five minutes later, Nina Theroux walked off with her very own Van Gogh.