She paused, but only briefly, as she unpacked her flail and prepared to do what she had been trying to avoid. Glancing to the girl, the tiefling breathed in slowly. "I'm Ziah Satyrborn. I'm... I rescued you."<br/><br/><i>Hopefully she recognizes that</i>, the tiefling thought to herself. That meeting had seemed almost sacrificial in nature, and she wouldn't put it past the girl to have been there on her own initiative. With a deep breath, the ranger lashed her arm out quickly, whipping her arm at the last second to send the spiked head of her flail rocketing into the window, destroying it. She then dove in, glancing behind her periodically as she started to knock out stay bits of broken glass. She cluld clamber through herself, but carrying the girl would be hard, especially as exhausted as she was -- not to mention wounded. She deserved a medal for as far as she'd gotten, and she wasn't going to get the girl all the way here just to drag her over broken glass.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>