Lisa could feel herself shaking under Emma's arm like a damned dead leaf; she didn't even have the wherewithal to remove her hands from over her own mouth- not until they'd headed away from the foyer and into a smaller area. Her gait was uneven, favoring the right leg just enough to be noticed. It hurt like a bitch, but she was still too scared to process it. The adrenaline also helped.
"Still there, at least" she answered Dean with more breath in her voice than voice. Running on it hadn't helped, but at least it hadn't been hit by any flying furniture. That chair grazed her arm, but the worst was the open hand across her cheek. She put the back of her wrist on it to cool it down. "I'll live... The damn thing hit me," she said, shaken, her eyes up and desperate on Emma. "Since when did they start hitting?"