"Yeah, but it woooouaagh --" She chances a look over her shoulder to see a hulking shadow before diving towards York at his warning. The thing had been quiet during its approach but now her head exploded with sound; whispers, North and the Director and others less identifiable. Fuckup. Disappointment.

York's shot hits and it reels back with the force - unable to recover immediately for a secondary attack. South, meanwhile, had dropped to her knees and is in the process of trying to tear her helmet off.

"Shut it up -- shut it up!" If York hears, he'll leave. If York knows I'm not worth it ...