[She's not old, she just isn't young anymore. Mary stretches her hand to grapple for the doorknob and flings it open, pushing Ecks in before her. When they're both inside she slams the door shut, dropping her pack immediately and moving towards the first large piece of furniture she can find--the dilapidated sofa. It's heavy but movable, and she starts shoving it towards the door, careful not to smush Ecks' toes.]
Stay back. [Her breathing is hard as she throws her weight against the sofa, moving it as quickly as she can.] One body away from where it is makes it harder for it to track us, right?
Good, very good
Stay back. [Her breathing is hard as she throws her weight against the sofa, moving it as quickly as she can.] One body away from where it is makes it harder for it to track us, right?