Iman passes her easily - Rita's fast when she needs to be, but not exactly nimble in that thing - and darts up the stairs as soon as she spots them. She has a rough idea of where the apron-marked window is and she has to get to it as fast as possible.
"Greta?" she calls recklessly. "Greta, are you there?"
The place is actually pretty small given how it looks from outside. She swerves into what would ordinarily be an adorable little tower room, though it's currently more of an unnervingly cramped space, and there - there she is, there she is, still alive, fighting one of them back with a push broom.
"Greta!" She grabs the thing, punches it once for good measure and hurls it aside for Rita to take care of if her punch didn't do the job. She turns and throws her arms around Greta without hesitation, pulling her close and holding on tight. "Thank god you're okay," she whispers, trying to keep her voice from shaking.
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"Greta?" she calls recklessly. "Greta, are you there?"
The place is actually pretty small given how it looks from outside. She swerves into what would ordinarily be an adorable little tower room, though it's currently more of an unnervingly cramped space, and there - there she is, there she is, still alive, fighting one of them back with a push broom.
"Greta!" She grabs the thing, punches it once for good measure and hurls it aside for Rita to take care of if her punch didn't do the job. She turns and throws her arms around Greta without hesitation, pulling her close and holding on tight. "Thank god you're okay," she whispers, trying to keep her voice from shaking.