[ But they can't stay, and she gets it. She nods, pulling herself together, expression steady, and doesn't hesitate. She holds her gun close and runs, keeps low as she races for the shelves. Nobody notices - nobody sees her, not this time, and she reaches up to put a hand over her mouth, to quiet herself down.
Ten feet. It's just ten feet. She pulls her hand away from her mouth to gesture to Alfie - come on - and then looks ahead. If they can just get past the next gap, they can keep running far away from the warzone and not have to worry. ]
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Ten feet. It's just ten feet. She pulls her hand away from her mouth to gesture to Alfie - come on - and then looks ahead. If they can just get past the next gap, they can keep running far away from the warzone and not have to worry. ]