She doesn't bother answering that. Instead, she mirrors him (or, well, more accurately, he mirrors her in eventuality), swinging over the balcony and onto the one below in a single, fluid motion that brings her to her feet again at its completion. She moves, both to avoid Clint crashing into her as he comes down, and to head for the doors, trying them first, then, once she finds them locked, pulling out her gun again so she can take a shot at the handle. It crumples and she pushes into the room, currently empty, thank God. She suspects James will be right behind them and it's better if there are as few other people involved as possible.
"Keep moving," she tells Clint, offhandedly, over her shoulder, as she makes for the door out of the room.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2016-10-19 03:45 am (UTC)"Keep moving," she tells Clint, offhandedly, over her shoulder, as she makes for the door out of the room.