Something -- someone -- lands in her path as she reroutes back from the barricade, and Quorra comes to an abrupt halt. Confusion springs into her expression, initially, but that quickly melts away to alarmed recognition. There's no red to mark him, but that silhouette tells her everything she needs to know. So does the familiar noise that rattles out from him. Rinzler.

Just her luck. She had stumbled into Clu on Aioros, had found out that it's possible for programs like him to have made it out from Grid. So she's not shocked to find his pet enforcer has made it out too.

She doesn't question, doesn't speak. She knows that Rinzler won't listen. And she knows how this will likely play out. Her gaze flicks to the buildings that tower over them to each side, trying to calculate whether there's time to grab her baton and use her grapple to escape. He'd still be after her, but at least she wouldn't be trapped.

Probably no time. So instead, Quorra snaps her hand back and undocks the disk from between her shoulders. The blade bursts to life in her palm, and she braces herself. The odds aren't great, but she's going to have to fight for now.