Dylan keeps pace easily, the projections less so, if only because that many people trying to move down a hallway at the same time creates a bottleneck, buying them time. It may have been what Dylan was counting on, but even if it was, he doesn't let himself slow, not yet. Instead, he continues herding Merritt along.
"Stairs," he calls, as they come up on the door for them. Heading up won't get them out, he knows, but having their pick of floors means they might be able to find somewhere and hide, catch their breath, decide on how to get out of here.
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Date: 2016-06-16 03:01 am (UTC)"Stairs," he calls, as they come up on the door for them. Heading up won't get them out, he knows, but having their pick of floors means they might be able to find somewhere and hide, catch their breath, decide on how to get out of here.