She wanted to say yes, she really did. There was something rather pathetic about needing help when she was so used to being superior than most other Reapers in combat. Instead, she sighed in defeat. "I'm afraid not," she confessed. "I'm not as strong as I usually am, in this place. Usually I can take a lot more before defeat, but now..." She winced, the gash in her leg still as painful as when the knife went in. "I'd be lucky to get out of the subway in case of a fight."
Looks like Bray picked her up. Damn it. She was hoping Ethan would do it. Or not. She couldn't really enjoy herself at this point, so maybe it was for the best that Bray was the one carrying her out. She didn't want to be a damsel in distress much longer-acting as one and being one were far different, and she strongly preferred the former.