Lucrète moaned as she found herself plucked off the ground. Her head was spinning but she was thankfully not unconscious. She became aware of a warm stream of blood running down her face from where the man's boot had hit her. She mumbled some sort of affirmation to the unknown man beside her, but when she put her weight on both feet she found her left one crumpled beneath her and she threw her arms around the man to keep from collapsing. Still not fully coherent and unable to articulate, Lucrète let out a small wail and clung to the man for support. The idea vaguely struck her that she was a dead weight, pulling this stranger back. What if he got shot because of her? She limped as fast as she could, clinging to him for support.