Yeah, well Dawn tol' me all about ya, sis. Kick ass chic she is quite proud of...sorry she neva' mentioned ya. *He said to the brunette.* I'm sure she woulda in time.
Right, gettin' them outta here. *He indicated to the dead body.*
I can carry him outta here in a fireman's carry, 'xcept the stairs are all cluttered with shit. I say iffen we make her a makeshift gurney...she should be betta off. Get her down the stairs easier. Don' wanna jostle her 'round iffen she got a neck injury.
*He looked to the brunette.* I think iffen we use onna these sturdy doors, keep her flat. With a head injury, well I jus' don' wanna think of all the variables that could go wrong, ya know?
*He went to the nearest door, checked it out, finding it locked, took a step back and kicked it in above the lock.*
Can ya help me wit' the other side there? I can find a knife fer the pins, cept, I don' wanna waste no more time. Jus' try and make it a clean break. *He afforded her a wry smile. Kneeling down by Dawn.*
Yer gonna be safe, ya hear? We all gotcha, so you jus' hang in there.
*Then he peeled off his coat and wrapped it around her.* Jus' in case a shock.
*Then he was all a bundle of nervous energy. Biting his nails and bouncing from foot to foot.*
By God hisself, I am gonna rip this fuckers balls off and feed 'em to them as a pate.