[There's no verbal answer right away, as she's still trying to catch her breath and clear her eye of red. Fiona simply struggles to the back window to climb out, as the driver's side door is stuck flat against the rock they had slammed into. She's headed for the SMG.
Nobody else had followed. They would be harder to trace on foot if they left the truck now.]
For as bad as things [cough] usually go, no. Come [cough] on. They can't [cough] be far.
[Which wasn't exactly true. They could be anywhere by now. But she has a splitting headache and a piece of glass lodged into her skull. They needed to find somewhere to settle down for a few minutes -- away from bandit hell.]
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Nobody else had followed. They would be harder to trace on foot if they left the truck now.]
For as bad as things [cough] usually go, no. Come [cough] on. They can't [cough] be far.
[Which wasn't exactly true. They could be anywhere by now. But she has a splitting headache and a piece of glass lodged into her skull. They needed to find somewhere to settle down for a few minutes -- away from bandit hell.]