Carrie, coming to her senses, slips easily out of the Gargoyle's grip. Previously having spent time in her shop, she was still covered in oil and grease - and when combined with her slight frame and general no-you-won't-hold-me attitude, she easily dropped to the floor. She looked up at Leera, thumb pointing up. "I'm swell. Just need to get TED." She drew her mace and had a look around, looking for hostile entities or mechanisms that would allow her to more easily retrieve her precious... whatever TED classified as being.