[ Gwen's hand is— thankfully— quite grabbable, and as soon as she feels a tug towards the door, she commits to the motion, running after her rescuer as fast as she can with the water still rising. She doesn't stop to look back until they're out the door and well clear of the building.
If Batroc was really in there... She makes a mental note to try to come back around here later, maybe when the weather clears up. (If the weather ever clears up.) Or, maybe she'll ask around the online forums if anyone has seen a Frenchman walking around kicking things.
When she finally comes to a stop, she leans over with her hands on her knees, panting until she can catch her breath enough to speak. She may be a superhero, but she doesn't have any increased speed or stamina. In every physical aspect, she's a run-of-the-mill human. ]
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If Batroc was really in there... She makes a mental note to try to come back around here later, maybe when the weather clears up. (If the weather ever clears up.) Or, maybe she'll ask around the online forums if anyone has seen a Frenchman walking around kicking things.
When she finally comes to a stop, she leans over with her hands on her knees, panting until she can catch her breath enough to speak. She may be a superhero, but she doesn't have any increased speed or stamina. In every physical aspect, she's a run-of-the-mill human. ]
Th-thanks. That was... a nightmare.