Emily felt her heart racing and adrenaline pumping through her veins. Good thing, because that kept her from feeling pain or fear, at least at the moment. She felt she couldn't stop running even if she wanted to. As she ran, she heard the other woman's words and confirmed what little suspicion she had before. She was indeed an agent. And she herself was an idiot.<br/><br/>"Yeah, do you wanna discuss that now?", she asked, quickly. "I'm not any less fried than you!", she screamed back.<br/><br/>The British agent let out a scream as she heard the shots, and gave a scared look at Dasha. That was not good. But she would have to deal with it for now, wouldn't she? They couldn't even dream about stopping. For anything. Not now. Also moving carefully, she followed Dasha downstairs and then to the parking garage. As soon as she felt the cold, Emily felt the impulse to run back inside. It was short-lived, though, as she knew what awaited inside.<br/><br/>With a sigh, the girl got on Dasha's motorcycle and wrapped her arms around Dasha. It was only after they had gained some distance that she remembered the wound on Dasha's leg. "How's your leg? Does it hurt too bad?"