Mica cocked her head at Iris' words, a wisecrack on her lips when she noticed a certain backdrop to her buddy's voice..  a melange of voices, rising in various octaves, interrupted by the distinct clang of guns fired. "I'll be damned." She murmured, falling into Iris' speak as she hurriedly squeezed past the others, brushing a hip or shoulder against those between her and Iris in her haste to reach their leading lady. "I don't think they're pounding on us, lady." Only Mica could call Iris "lady" and not be sarcastic. She kept her voice low, and nodded to the tunnel ahead. "Sounds like others found them first. Do you hear it?"