[ The stinging in her right shoulder grows into a persistent yank as she moves around, but she grits her teeth and ignores it in favor of focusing on the task at hand. Which is mostly not to trip over herself as she finds the exit. Difficult, considering the fact that her vision is still lagging - it feels a little like trudging through a thick fog, but eventually she can feel solid ground beneath her.
Just in time, too. With both their weight lifted from the vessel, there's a large groan of machinery and the thing rolls - groaning on its way over the ledge and down into a chasm.
She grimaces as the sound echoes through the trees, adjusting the pack on her good shoulder and turning towards him. ]
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Just in time, too. With both their weight lifted from the vessel, there's a large groan of machinery and the thing rolls - groaning on its way over the ledge and down into a chasm.
She grimaces as the sound echoes through the trees, adjusting the pack on her good shoulder and turning towards him. ]
W'gotta go. Before any locals come running.