Lillah watched from behind the corner as two men--one being the psycho who had shot at her--left the building and got into a bus. She was still struggling when she put weight on her wounded leg, but the real frustration was the addition of her exhaustion from not getting sleep. "Shit," she muttered, looking back the building. If Steph was in there, she was most likely in danger considering who had walked out. [i]Here we go,[/i] she thought, shifting her weight as she raised her bat and quietly approached the building they had left. If worst came to worst, she'd just be dead--something inevitable anyway, right?