Fighting the urge to stay, Cassie felt her feet hit the ground before she fully realized she was moving. A quick glance showed the Cerean following in her long wake, the Quarren moving too, sticking close to the alley wall as though that might offer some sort of protection. Neither the Atoan nor the Aquala were anywhere to be seen; Cassie vaguely wondered which one of them had sold them out, and why. If the crates were only medical supplies, which group would have been refueling? Surely that wasn't enough to kill a grou of complete strangers over? Cassie thought her universe had been cruel, but this one was just plain apathetic and she couldn't decide which was worse.
The remainders of both groups followed hotly on the heels of the Twi'lek, who seemed to be leading them somewhere. Cassie hoped it wasn't another trap, but that was a little too elaborate; right now, the humanoid had done nothing to make Cassie distrust her or those she was with, not after the Bothan all but sacrificed himself for the good of the survivors. Sometimes, if it quacked like a duck, it was obviously a duck. Guilt was starting to lay heavily on her shoulders, an emotion she'd hoped she'd left long behind in her home universe; she should have known better, Cassie chastised herself internally, but for the moment her focus was entirely on just surviving.
Once they were around a corner, Cassie ducked over and slung the Cerean's arm over her own shoulders in an effort to keep him from lagging behind. Her own arm wound protested at her manuverings, bringing out a fresh splurt of blood, but Cassie ignored it. She'd dealt with worse, and the adrenaline high she was riding on certainly helped in this scenario. Her blaster was still gripped in her outside free hand, but her current stance made it difficult to fire off any shots. It felt like they'd been running for hours when it had really been only a few minutes; Cassie found herself coming to almost a sliding stop when they all took a breather. She glanced around, looking to see who had stayed with them: the Quarren, who looked no less worse for the wear despite losing his comrade, Cassie and the Cerean. The members of the opposite group were present as well; it looked like they were only missing those who had been gone from the start.
"I think we're good," she replied. "At least for now; don't wanna jinx us. We should keep moving; I don't think there's anyone else to wait for." She hadn't meant the words to be harsh, but as they left her mouth, Cassie almost wished she'd rephrased. What other way was there to say that her fellow teammate was more than likely wormfood at this point? She had more questions, more things to say to the Twi'lek, but Cassie's first priority was getting to the ship, maybe getting some medical attention. She resituated the Cerean's arm, and felt him leaning on her more heavily. "Let's keep going," she encouraged. The Twi'lek didn't seem like someone who needed the direction, but Cassie felt herself hardpressed to stop.