Her shrill voice even startles him, and he whips them both around to check and see if they were spotted.

Of course they were.

"Shit," snapped out, but-- holy fuck is he less defenseless than he was back home in real life. If he could do this before, Jamill would have never gotten taken.

(He feels like he's getting away with murder, not being able to tell Nia what happened. Getting taken before she knew. It was his fault.)

His free hand shoots out and up, and the asphalt in the alley rises with it. High and wide, blocking off the path, before he turns to take off.

It won't hold them for long. They can bust through it.

But fuck it, he can keep making 'em, right? It's bound to slow 'em down.