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The power was back on. Against all odds, it had worked - and Luke was still in one piece, thinking like normal, trying to keep her buoyant. The relief she felt welling through her - and probably through him and Cian - jumpstarted her Semblance again.

[color=8882be]"Sure is, kid. You did great."[/color]

Lauren, boots in one hand, bent down to touch Luke's head. She felt a vein pulse underneath her forehead, and when she touched his hair there was a painful jolt; she felt her arm tense at the brief discomfort, but the limb didn't retreat.

[color=8882be]"You think I'd ever push you into a fight where I can't have your back?"[/color] she asked warmly. Her fingers bent slightly to ruffle his hair affectionately.

Ahoge and all.

[color=8882be]"Now c'mon. We gotta get to the elevator and across that courtyard. Half of my team is still fighting fuck-knows-what up there and I don't like the idea of not being able to give 'em a hand."[/color]

They hung around only a second longer, to help Luke regain his footing, before the three set off, Cian supporting Luke with one arm and her gun underneath the other as Lauren took point, boots in one hand and other hand near her axe. Fortunately enough, they reached the elevator without incident. Jack must have already taken the survivors up.

The three sidled into the elevator and hit the switch, leaving the basement of the distillery behind.