[She slows a little, but she's already shorter than him and it wouldn't take much for him to catch up. She talks over her shoulder, shoulders set determinedly as she points them toward the horizon. Toward the sound of cars.]

Ain't no royalty 'round here. It's the Drac patrols. Maybe Scarecrows if we're real unlucky.

[She doesn't want to consider that it could be someone on Korse's level. She could maybe get them both away from the mooks, but she couldn't protect herself against Korse. Protecting a second person was out of the question.]

If we see 'em, we gotta run. Fast as ya can, got it? Don't stop until ya can't hear the lasers no more.