Chris took the lead, not sure that he liked that the woman said she was depending on him. He did not think he was really well equipped to protect himself, much less another person. Then again, who else was there at a time like this? It still seemed like a bad bit of luck. The big guy moved ahead, going as fast as he figured he could while still being slow enough for the woman to keep up. Being larger than most he could move a bit faster, but he did not want to leave her behind. Chris had the table leg at the ready; the danger of the situation keeping the fear of it mostly at bay. He went for the stairs, as she said. There was not time to argue about which would be better.