By the time she makes it to him, she's a little out of breath; even in a dream, it takes a lot of energy to deflect that many bullets that fast. When she finally ducks for cover beside him, it takes her a moment to catch her breath. She holds up one of her arms to show him the gauntlet on her arm, silver accented with gold, distressed but not really damaged or dented at all. "A lot of practice." And she manages to attach a cheeky little grin to the words, even if this is absolutely not the time for it. But adrenaline is surging through her now, and her mind is clearing, her body easing into the familiarity of battle.

She peeks out from around their cover for a split second, and barely pulls her head back down in time to avoid a spray of bullets. "We can't stay here."