Sleep, what a wonderful idea. But she didn't have time for that now, she had work to do. There was still so much left to take care of... Gwen blinked up at Owen, forcing her eyes to focus on his face. "...all right, okay." She gave in just enough to cuddle into his arms for a minute, sighing in soft contentment at the covert strength of the man.

Leaning back to look up at him, a touch less bleary than before, she plotted out a brief plan of action. "Let me go check on Blue and Omega, then you and I will take another nap in my office--I have a couch--and I'll text Debra and ask her to start covering our tracks."

Then she frowned a little. "But before all of that, we need to destroy the fetus and all of its remaining tissue. If you will do that while I check on the kids, that'd be wonderful. There's an incinerator unit not far from the Operating Room--just follow the arrows that lead to the morgue. It's an automated assembly, my pass key will get you in." She plucked it off her blouse, under her surgical smock.

"The chamber is right inside the door, you can't miss it. Open the hatch, put the entire tube inside, pressurize it closed, and press the red button. You'll hear a loud whoosh and see a flash of fire through the glass, and that's it." Gwen squinted up at him. "Think ya can handle that?"

She knew he could, of course, but a little teasing sometimes helped to stave off absolute exhaustion.