Ashley made her way to Peter, only falling once. She grunted as she felt the edge of some broken concrete break through her jeans and cut her knee. She braced herself on the bag, so she managed to save her hands from the fall.
Farther away from the crazy man, she was a little more stable. Reaching Peter, she stroked his face before she leaned against his shoulder, shaking. Good lord, there was no end of shit to deal with in this place. Was it too much to ask to find somewhere safe to just stay?
Jason was leery of putting his back to her; he wasn't sure if she could explode him like she had the rubble, but he wasn't going to take any chances. He felt his way backward on bare feet, his eyes never leaving her until he felt he'd put sufficient distance between them.
Turning, he moved away, fading into invisibility and shedding his pants once he had. He left them where they fell so there would be nothing to mark his progress either way - but he was content to walk away.