Nadya sucked in a deep breath, shaking her head in response. There wasn't much she could say to that. Aside from the fact that her stamina was running out and she couldn't speak — thanks in large part to the burning sensation in her lungs, — they were now the same age. Anything she said about him counted equally towards her.
"Исус1—" Nadya dropped behind Oliver, cursing. Forget about the chance to adapt to the high humidity and heat — she was supposed to be better than him!
"Four years is a long time," she breathed, fighting to catch up again. She was barely holding on by his elbow, but Nadya wasn't a quitter. "You're in better shape than I remember." Pant.