"Jesus!" Peter flinches away from the crumpling body. "Going," he agrees breathlessly, grabbing at her elbow and setting off at a fast clip. "Going to the bridge. Still want to set off that bomb?"

This plan has more holes in it then...well, alright, it's only the second survival plan he's ever been a part of, and the first time worked out even though they went right into the belly of the beast. She's not Charley, but she's probably a lot better at this than Charley was. "They shouldn't be that fast," he's muttering to himself as he goes.