Ivy had no clue what to do, but knew they should keep moving. Logic should have told her that everything was okay, that they had been the victims, but she wasn’t used to being on that side of things. And old habits died hard. Sirens=run.<br/><br/>“Fuck!”<br/><br/>Even in her indecision she knew to keep moving. If you paused, you could be caught. She turned and ran up the ramp, dragging the near hysterical Jill with her.<br/><br/>“Jill, you have to get ahold of yourself! You’re fine! You’re alive, okay?”<br/><br/>She tried not to sound impatient, but Jill could slow them way down if she didn’t grow a set real damn quick.<br/>