Her steps falter at his flinch but it's not quick enough to keep her out of reach of those wires when they suddenly shoot out from him. The wires around her throat silence her startled cry and she fights to keep her footing, to lean away as much as she can but the wires bind tighter around her shoulders and neck and god, she can't look away from the horror lurking under her friend's skin.

"Y-rk!!"

Click, click, click- and with a shove her helmet goes toppling to the ground and she's never been less grateful for the brush of stale air against her cheeks as she is now; not with the smell of rot and blood and the unfiltered sight of York's mutilated body before her.

Fighting for air between grit teeth she tries to turn her head away, to twist out of his grip but the wires hold her tight.