Eliot and Romana
Romana had used her gun, more than once actually, She'd gone all out and fired rounds into the legs of the demons usually, putting them down, getting them out of the game without injuring the human more than could be helped. The rock salt in the rounds though?. The demons didn't like that at all.
She had followed the plan to the letter with the others, trapping and laying salt lines, but the back of the battle seemed to have broken and the Time Lady was looking for surrvivors. She assumed everyone else was doing the same thing, and moved with the stealth of someone who had done this before. And she had, demons were less terrifying to her than Daleks, not that she wanted to end up possessed of course. But tactics that had worked in the time war were working here and she turned the corner into a room, a torture chamber if anything.
A man lay tied down still and as his head turned toward her she gasped moving across quickly, she hadn't realised right away who it was but she realised now. It was a friend. It was Elliot.
"By Rassilon" she said by habit and chided herself for giving in to said habit, there were more important things than calling on dictators, especially now.
Tilting the gun up Romana reached for her sonic screwdriver pointing it at the fastenings holding him down. After a few seconds of blue light it opened, then another, and another until he was free.
"Can you walk unaided?" she asked softly, wiping some of the dried blood away with her sleeve.