Wow that sure is a familiar voice of authority. Carrie can feel herself wanting to snap to authority straightaway, except for the fact that she is - already on the move? Safe?

There's an impulse to wiggle and try and fight again - but she knows better, knows to make herself light and still and easily transportable. Besides, this guy did just take a hit for her, all heroically and all.

So instead Carrie peers past Cain's side, hands fisted in the fabric of Cain's terrible-no-good new hire jumpsuit. At least she can play lookout, least she can do as they (he) barrels towards the door.

"Looks like the last staffie's out. There's incoming, three-o-clock-"