She was already under the boiler by the time it screamed. It was loud enough in his head that she heard it, though not half as loud. "Oh, you sick fuck, you'll feel it in just a second when the takers come." She half murmured to herself. Half to the manager. She could smell the fresh blood. It was a wonder that the poor kid had not bled out. But she didn't let it stop her, as she emptied the vial of black powder across the obvious markings. Making the pile big enough that it would obliterate it across. Incomplete markings meant bye bye link.
Bryn left a small line that led out so she could crawl out so Dan could reach her. Then she retreated as far as she could, and struck the flint in the lighter. Powder caught and thought hard Pull pull pull. as soon as she did. Hoping she was louder than the hotel.