Elsa stayed behind large family groups, her eyes watching to see if anyone was following her. Most of the guards were absent, probably cleaning up her mess in the bathroom, or moving past her with little to no care as to who she was. Suddenly she spotted Alden shuffling along with their bags, pain visible just below his expression. She moved over to him quickly, speaking harshly after her choking, "[color=fff200]Al...Brian![/color]" Her eyes darting around in search of future enemies, "[color=fff200]You don't look so good. Did they come after you too? Here give me that. We have to get out of here.[/color]" 

She took her suitcase because it was heavier, her eyes moving behind to see a few choice men eyeing them from afar. She set her jaw then looked up at Alden her warm brown eyes confident, "[color=fff200]Let's move.[/color]"

She waited for Alden to go first following slightly behind him, as she kept watch, "[color=fff200]I have no idea who the hell sold us down the river, but there is a special place in hell for them![/color]"

Suddenly, she noted the American woman's husband coming from the right his eyes fully zoned on them with intense hatred. She hurried Alden up pushing him towards the doors when she noted the assailant reaching for his waistband. Her eyes widened as she lifted up her suitcase trying to use it as a shield as she screamed, "[color=fff200]RUN![/color]"

She ran forward hoping Alden was behind her when a few shots went off. She ducked to the right then left heading outside towards a yellow cab. By now people were screaming and running around, banging into her as she made her way to the car like a giant orange bullseye. When she reached it she opened the door, ducking down and throwing in her suitcase quickly. She turned to Alden about to say something when something wissed by her head. Her eyes widened as she ducked down letting out a haggard breath, before pulling out a knife, "[color=fff200]Sneak around and get the car started, I will be vith you in a moment.[/color]"

 She laid low looking around for the assailant, her eyes cold as she rolled the knife between her bruised fingers. She kept her eyes on the shoes he was wearing. She had made a note of them while he was sitting in the plane. One of the rare tactics she had acquired over time. She spotted what she was certain was them in the crowd. She watched the footwork and at the right moment, she stood up whipping her hand forward as the knife sailed through the air into the shoulder of the lone gunman with accurate precision, hitting him just below the shoulder. She ducked into the car quickly yelling out harshly in Russian, "[color=fff200]ИДТИ ИДТИ[/color]" 

She remained low, groaning as she twisted into her seat, as she peeked out the window. No shots followed their departure so she assumed she had at least slowed him down. She turned to Alden, sitting up properly in the front seat, "[color=fff200]I think I hurt him, but I can't be certain. Ve should switch cars as soon as possible.[/color]" 

She let out a harsh grunt before punching the dash angrily, "[color=fff200]ПРОКЛЯТЬЕ!! I cannot believe our cover vas blown so soon!!! The damn Cyka on the plane tried to choke me in the bathroom. GOD DAMN IT![/color]" 

She let out a breath then looked at Alden's shoulder where a large red stain was beginning to grow. She set her jaw, "[color=fff200]Move. I vill drive. Don't argue with me. Your shoulder looks bad enough as it is.[/color]"

She shuffled over his lap, trying not to step or push any of his wounds before she settled in the driver's seat. She settled her bloody fingers on the wheel and tried to ignore the pain in her cheek, "[color=fff200]Should I take you to the hospital? I can stitch that up for you, but I am no professional.[/color]" 

She paused trying to not sound like an asshole, "[color=fff200]If ve go there, they are going to ask questions. They will probably ship us home.[/color]"

She settled her eyes on the traffic, trying to shift slightly in a more comfortable position, "[color=fff200]It's your choice?[/color]"