<div style="text-align: justify;">Snaking in and out between the other prisoners, Hana had, by some stroke of sheer luck, gotten to the doorway where that woman had gone through, without leaving much more than singed tears in someone's clothes. To her surprise, the red-head hadn't gotten very far down the shaft. She were, of all things, <span style="font-style: italic">chit-chatting</span> with some kid in the middle of an escape! Or maybe chit-chatting was stretching it, as she had a rather irritated look on her face, a bloody nose, and had just torn out a layer of the solid metal wall. <br/><br/><span style="color: #40FFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">No, NO, is gonna close it!</span></span> Hana willed herself to sprint faster, giving up on trying to keep the air around her fingertips heated. Leaving faint blue streaks behind her, she raced for the still open door. If it got sealed off, she would be just as trapped as she had always been. She leapt across the threshold, landing ungracefully on her shoulder a few feet away from the pair. Propping herself up on an elbow, she grimaced at them.<br/><span style="color: #40FFFF">"What are waiting for? Seal it off! Can help!"</span> She hissed as she stood up, her chest still heaving from her mad dash into the dark corridor.</div>