[he has already made it through the door, thankfully, an arm protectively pressed to his chest while his right hand still holds on to the gun, just in case. dutch is quiet when she fights, he notices, and he doesn't know if that's more worrisome or not.]
[once she's in, though, relief floods him and he's pushing the door closed. it'll buy them some time.]
Shit, you alright? We can't take them like this.
[he's hissing, muttering quickly under his breath.]
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[once she's in, though, relief floods him and he's pushing the door closed. it'll buy them some time.]
Shit, you alright? We can't take them like this.
[he's hissing, muttering quickly under his breath.]