Arla grabbed her glove and shoved it in her pocket before her bare hand took David's. She tugged herself up to her feet and glanced around, a little confused as to why everything just stopped. "Did you..." Sotto voce, so others wouldn't hear. "Let's... go." And she grabbed his hand so tightly she could really hurt him, and then she was dragging him out. She hadn't forgotten what happened, and there was blood dripping down her face from her nose.