Jenn nods. "You got the curtains?"

"Yeah. Should have enough for a rucksack."

...Jenn would start on that but.

"I'm going to go look for Bina."

(With the journal tucked inside her suit.)

"Do you want me to stay here, or come with?"

"Stay. In case she gets back before I do."

"Alright. I can start working on the sack, then."

Jenn nods, and leaves the building carefully, starting to sweep in the direction she heard the glass breaking from.

Bina, on the other hand, is having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Hour. Last five minutes.

First, the pipe adventure. Then, just when she thought she was free, Zoomy chased her up a fire escape, into a very dark building, down the building's stairs, and then she's trapped in with a garage door he can get past if she can, so she yanks on the pulley, which breaks, and she tries to slide under the door -

It lands on her ribs, driving the breath from her lungs.

Jenn might see the twitching of the door as she tries to push it off herself.

-She does. And her gut tells her that's Bina causing that door twitch. So she takes off running towards it. She drops down, fumbling to get her hands under it to try get it up, feeling her way along to try and find Bina. (If this is a not-person, she's going to be mad at herself.)

Those are Bina's legs there! She definitely seems to be moving, and between the two of them they get it up just enough she can surge out - 

And fall back into the mud as a skeletal hand entangles in her hair.

Jenn wraps her arms around Bina - letting go of the door in the process - and tries to pull her away from the hands.

The hand is pretty firmly grasping, but the wiggly can't get much more of itself out with the door dropped on it.

In fact this part off the arm appears to be detaching.

Oh look it came off.

It's still moving.

Jenn grabs for it, detangles it and throws it away.

Bina's gasping for sweet, sweet air for the second time in twenty minutes, never mind that it smells like burned barbecue. 

Jenn pulls her close, so that Bina can lean against Jenn's shoulders, and counts her own breathing quietly.

Gradually Bina manages to sync her breath with Jenn's - 

There's a roar from inside, the 'hnng' sound getting larger as the wiggly slams against the gate - 

"Oh shut up!" Bina half-yells at it.

It does.

"-Neat trick. Can you walk?"

"-Actually. No. C'mon. Get on my back."

"I can walk!"

"Can and should are different things. You just had this very heavy door on your ribs. Let me help you."

"Fine." She knows she shouldn't be snippy with Jenn but her pride's bruised and her ribs are worse.

Jenn doesn't hold it against her. "I've broken my ribs," she says conversationally as she gets Bina onto her back. "Even if you haven't, bruised ribs aren't much fun."

"You have?" She settles in. "What do you do. With, like, your life?"

"This and that," she says as she starts walking back towards their current base. "I grew up all over, sometimes in warzones. Recently I've been doing a little bit of security for my mother, but she talked me into actually going to college."

"That sounds tough. But - I'm not really surprised you do security? You just. Seem to have it together." 

She's tired and maybe drifting off a bit, but fighting to stay awake.