[The gun's accepted without a second thought, the weight unfamiliar and awkward for the half second she spares to consider it's addition to her spatial awareness before she's running, head low and eyes open for any sudden change in the walls.]
Noted, Red. I won't lose it.
[Two doors, three doors more, and one more turn-
...and there are three more crackling, flailing things waiting for them in the hall.]
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Noted, Red. I won't lose it.
[Two doors, three doors more, and one more turn-
...and there are three more crackling, flailing things waiting for them in the hall.]
...Fuck.