[i]Crash![/i] 

Lillah flinched and looked behind her--the remains of a gun were scattered on the ground. She scowled, finding herself angry at whomever was wasting perfectly good weaponry. "Jesus fucking Christ," she uttered, her eyes scanning up the building. [i]I doubt the elevators work,[/i] she realized. [i]And they're way up there.[/i] With that, she was about ready to just sit and wait for someone to come down--or rot, whatever came first. [i]I can't fucking climb steps like this![/i] She made a noise that would have been a frustrated shout if she didn't keep her mouth closed, creating a quiet and squeaky scream instead. 

Drawing in a long breath as she leaned back against the building wall, she counted from one in her mind despite every other number being interrupted by [i]Fuck this.[/i] When she finally reached ten, she slipped through the door as quickly and as quietly as she could with an injured leg.