[From the way the mercenary continues into the building, Ginia knows she hasn't been spotted, but it also means he's looking for a position to set up in. And in a poor spot tactically, all Ginia can do is move on. She scopes things out, picking out a nearby alley to duck into or the building next to it.
Of course, they're probably trapped. Why wouldn't they be trapped? The sting of the cut on her arm is a reminder she needs to be careful. At the sound of the shruiken clanging against concrete, Ginia turns the mirror in that direction. There's ammo there, but the thing is Ginia can only carry so much and no one leaves ammo out like that.
So alley or building? She considers both options before taking toward the alley. She stays low as she shuffles quickly over there, hugging the wall right away. It's a narrow alley, dumpster, some trash lining the sides. Trapped all the way through, though she can't see them. Still, she has a hunch because it's an alley she would trap.
There's still crossing through the building, but entering the building is just as dangerous because she doesn't know where the exit is and it's a confined location. She'll take her chances out in the open.
She keeps a low profile as she moves further down the alley, stopping just before a pile of garbage. Ginia backs up a few steps, considers, the ties one end of the laces to the other, then ties the laces to one of the straps of the helmet.
Ginia grabs the helmet in a hand and throws it forward a few feet. Holding the end of the lace, she slowly drags the helmet along the ground.]
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Of course, they're probably trapped. Why wouldn't they be trapped? The sting of the cut on her arm is a reminder she needs to be careful. At the sound of the shruiken clanging against concrete, Ginia turns the mirror in that direction. There's ammo there, but the thing is Ginia can only carry so much and no one leaves ammo out like that.
So alley or building? She considers both options before taking toward the alley. She stays low as she shuffles quickly over there, hugging the wall right away. It's a narrow alley, dumpster, some trash lining the sides. Trapped all the way through, though she can't see them. Still, she has a hunch because it's an alley she would trap.
There's still crossing through the building, but entering the building is just as dangerous because she doesn't know where the exit is and it's a confined location. She'll take her chances out in the open.
She keeps a low profile as she moves further down the alley, stopping just before a pile of garbage. Ginia backs up a few steps, considers, the ties one end of the laces to the other, then ties the laces to one of the straps of the helmet.
Ginia grabs the helmet in a hand and throws it forward a few feet. Holding the end of the lace, she slowly drags the helmet along the ground.]