If Rogue had been in a better state of mind, she would have unloaded her clip into Jed's chest without hesitation but he'd caught at one of her more vulnerable moments and logic flew out the window. Running was the only thing that came to mind but from all the walking she'd done the night before, the muscles in her legs cramped up before she was able to lose the psycho. She tried to run through the pain, the buzzing of the chainsaw right behind her more than enough incentive to keep going, but she took a wrong turn and he had her cornered.
She had just enough time to turn around and come face to face with the chainsaw. Rogue clenched her eyes shut. If she was going to die like this, she didn't want the last thing she saw to be her own mangled and bloody body. The pain didn't come, instead, Rogue heard someone yell and miraculously the chainsaw went quiet. Her eyes slowly opened and she slid down in relief as she watched the crazy creep stomp away. Her gaze didn't stay long on him, however, Rogue glanced up at the girl that saved her life and she offered her a weak albeit confused smile.
"Um, thank you," she breathed. "How did you do that?" In her experience, people didn't stop killing others just because they were told to and the guy hadn't even needed to be told twice. They obviously had to know each other but what the hell did that mean? Were they partners? Was she the one calling the shots while he did the heavy lifting?
Rogue couldn't help but suddenly feel wary around the girl, of course, she didn't show it. If they were really in this together, looking ungrateful might make her call the chainsaw wielding psycho back.