Allison lets go of Vanya's hand when they make it to the top, already opening the first door closest to them to investigate and stake her claim. This one is alright, but the window to the street turns her off. She pops back out into the hallway and smiles at Vanya.

"I think I can. That grouchy old fart does love us, in his own way."

She had a lot of time to think about her siblings in the last two years, and once she could properly sort through her memories without the constant fear and adrenaline that had colored the days after Five's return, Allison could see things a little bit clearer. Five had come back for them, to stop the apocalypse and to save them.