[The sharp report of gunfire snaps her back out of the beginnings of panic. It's familiar but still startling, as if the way the spider creature rears back away from her bleeding from an ugly wound where one eye should be.
There's a faint stab of pity for the creature somewhere deep down underneath the urgency and fear rushing through her veins and she lifts her head as much as she can. Two years of desperate situations helps her clear her head, focusing on the meaning behind his words. He's planning to jump down here? She wants to protest, to tell him that it's too dangerous but she also knows it's the only way out. She has no choice but to trust him.]
Th-there! [She manages to raise a hand just enough to point, towards a gap in the stickier strands.] There's less of this web stuff right there!
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There's a faint stab of pity for the creature somewhere deep down underneath the urgency and fear rushing through her veins and she lifts her head as much as she can. Two years of desperate situations helps her clear her head, focusing on the meaning behind his words. He's planning to jump down here? She wants to protest, to tell him that it's too dangerous but she also knows it's the only way out. She has no choice but to trust him.]
Th-there! [She manages to raise a hand just enough to point, towards a gap in the stickier strands.] There's less of this web stuff right there!