Ducking just in time for Ivy to snap the net flying towards her, Eve jumped back and landed on her haunches with a sharp pain. Adrenaline pumped just a little harder, soaked up eagerly by her mitochondria, forcing her into a predictive reaction: flight.
Masking the pain, she started for the door, a throbbing heat emanating from her caught in her chest, as she looked for somewhere, anywhere to hide. The room she had slept in seemed good enough.