"Then we head to the bridge," she says with a sense of authority she does not feel. "As long as we can get away, maybe then we will have a - "

Whatever additional motivational words she may have shared are lost in the clatter of something approaching from the side, very loud, very fast, its jaws gapped in snarling hunger.

Mako spins neatly and beheads it before she may stop to consider that action.

The thing's head hits the ground with a wet thunk, its body crumpling lifelessly after. She stares after it, frozen, her eyes wide as she struggles to discern if that act of harsh reasoning had been Raleigh's or her own.

We had no choice, insists Raleigh. It was them or you.

The thought does not help, nor does it belong to her. Mako lowers the blade to her side and steps away.

"We should go," she says, her voice trembling subtly.