Marcus moved quickly, darting in and out of the crowd and pushing his way against the flow. Lex could only be pulled in this direction and that, entirely independent of his own will, like some unfortunate example of ragdoll physics. Marcus’ hand was slickened by a thin sheet of sweat, though Lex couldn’t decide if that was attributed to how fast they were moving or how<span style="font-style: italic">nervous</span>his brother was.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Lex felt his arm jerk backwards and Blue’s hand tighten around his own as they were pulled back into the current of people. “Marcus!” he tried to call out, trying to hook his fingers around Marc’s as they separated, but when he felt their hands slip apart, he let himself be dragged away. It was disorienting to spin around as he was actively half-running, and he felt shoulders and elbows jarring him from side to side. Everyone’s talking was loud and<span style="font-style: italic">all at once</span>, and the inability to use the sense he was most reliant on made him feel lightheaded.<br/><br/>Gunshots were still ringing out, but through the cloud of noise around him, he couldn’t figure out if they were headed to safety, or directly into the line of fire. Surely the crowd had seen something at the South Gate to make them think that this was the way to go, but were they sure that the North Gate was clear?<br/><br/>A collective scream rose above the general chaos and panic, and suddenly some people were pushing back against them in another change of current. Lex’s free hand grabbed onto Blue’s arm, because god forbid he get separated from  her, too. Not in this chaos. Not until they were sure what was going on. “Get to an alley,” he urged her, hoping she wouldn’t try to power through the masses. She was his eyes for the moment, and his safety was in her hands and ability to get to shelter. He briefly thought back to what Manny had said in the shop, and said a silent prayer to whatever deity was listening that she knew how to use that fucking gun.