“It’s all guessing,” Noa says. “Demi’ll move as quick as she can, but I don't suspect she’ll head for the exit ‘til she has all of ‘em.” There was no guarantee they would all be in the same place, for all that she hopes they were. “But she knows the window ain’t that big.” They've been waiting for enough time that she doesn’t think they’ll be standing around much longer, and it takes a deep mental breath to keep her focused. It helps to center her patience where it was wearing thin. With just a breath she feels like she could stand another hour without fidgeting again.
Even as beat to hell as some of ‘em are, she knows in her bones that not a one of them is going to let a few injuries slow them down. No matter the stupidity of pushing. “They know they don’t got that far to move once they’re out the doors either.” Her ears catch the sound of far off gunfire, and automatically she looks towards the buildings, even though the sound had come from lower than that.
They hadn’t talked about the vehicle logistics beyond getting ‘em all inside, but she doesn’t think that’s something that needs to be talked out. Instinct will kick in, she’s sure.
“You just let us know the minute you see ‘em, Nate.”