Kijani made sure her father was in cover before finding a spot herself, her eyes wide and searching. There had to be something, some way out. Some avenue they hadn't tried. She refused to give up here. 

Then she saw it. Their window of opportunity; possibly the one one they had left. She raised her gun and fired a few quick shots, then crossed near Adam and her father.

"There, about 2 meters ahead. Garbage chute. I know it isn't ideal, but it's better than here."

Deserts, stormtroopers, gunfights, Jedi, Empire and now literal garbage? What else was this week going to bring her?

"Father, please go. We'll catch up."