Nothing but the need to get the hell out of there was in her mind. There were no other thoughts besides escape. At least there were plenty of directions to run, and so many more places to hide. She needed to get home. She need to get to Paris. He would protect her.
"GO AWAY!" She yelled desperately, as she started off in the opposite direction. As she turned, her ankle had a completely different plan as it twisted on the spot and brought her down. She struggled to her feet and began to limp away as fast as her leg would allow. She had been more concerned about escape than being graceful.