It was a surprise to see Sig back. Not a pleasant one, but he was there regardless, and he was better company than those trying to shoot them dead. Cora looked up at him with bleary eyes, wondering when his next move would screw them over. She had little faith in this man. His motives were off; the darker part of life had washed his true Elemental self away, and they were faced with a hatred-filled husk with little loyalty. 

Of course, who was she to judge? It was only her apathy and chill that stopped her from becoming the same angry kind of Hygron. As Sig pulled her along, she contemplated their standing. No, his saving her ass wouldn't make things up for ditching them earlier. But now she wasn't quite sure what to think of him. He seemed... Unpleasantly unpredictable. She would have to keep an eye on him.

Yahtzee stumbled off the turtle the moment they got outside. Cora rolled her eyes, getting off after him. Just because they were out of the building didn't mean they were safe. Will bravely covered them as they made their escape, but nothing stopped their shooters from exiting the warehouse too.

[i]"Thanks for the save by the way."[/i] Yahtzee whispered, not taking his eye off Sig. 

[b]"What, the save where I didn't get you out? Heh, you're sooo welcome."[/b] Cora said dryly, smirking. 

Sig got off his turtle, looking more pissed than usual. [i]"Look at this! Look! I show you a place with a ton of food and this is what I get! I almost got my kneecap busted!"[/i]

Cora furrowed her brow, wondering if Sig was truly an idiot or not. Maybe she took it for granted, but they had two, maybe three very functional healers among the Elementals. Injuries didn't scare her like they used to. Phil was already eying up their injured 'compadre', and Cora scoffed. [b]"If he keeps lippin' off like that there's no reason you have to, Phil. Your skill is a gift, not an automatic service."[/b]

It was just Will and Gilfred in the warehouse now. Cora scanned its perimeter, worry increasing in her eyes. Armed militants were popping out, meeting her gaze briefly before aiming their guns. Cora scooped up the supplies Phil put down, quickly re-orienting herself with the land mark mountains of junk. 

[b]"Healing's gonna have to wait."[/b] Cora said as shots hit the sand behind them. [b]"We gotta go. Phil, get his ass onto Spike. You can heal him on the move. Everyone else, we're headed in this direction."[/b] She pointed at the ridge line.

After twenty minutes of sprinting Cora called for a break, finding a quiet nook for them in a small valley void of trash. They lost their pursuers, and it was time to celebrate (and wait for the Mason brothers to catch up.) She opened the boxes, passing out rations.

[b]"Dig in, and thank the heavens. We finally eat."[/b] She tore into her own ration, devouring it in seconds.