[There really is no time for questions, though at this point PM is so full of them (and exhaustion) that she can no longer even think of one to ask. Everything has happened so fast. And now that takes a more literal meaning when she finds herself being told to run.]
[The door opens and runs out with the rest, holding her sword so that it doesn't slap against her legs or jab anyone who may come up behind her. She surges forward, relying on the adrenaline. Her hands feel cold and her eyes feel like they're burning from exhaustion, but she refuses to give up. Especially now.]