What the fuck are you doing? Okay, Emma cared about people, that was one flaw she'd yet to really get out of her system. She was working on it, but it seemed like there was little point. So, fleeing idiots drawing attention away from them so that she could get the shit out of the collapsing corner was great.
She'd had to leave her shoes behind since the heel was caught in a piece of debris and as much as Emma prided herself on appearance, she wasn't getting eaten for the sake of a pair of shoes she could replace if needed. And yes, perhaps she was making herself a target by moving herself, but honestly, she would rather be away from wherever she was a single target. Which meant over there, where Mr Dinosaur Expert was playing with the equipment.
"Why exactly, are you risking drawing her attention back here?"