A deep and unsteady breath. Regardless, if they were all going to die, she'd be the last one standing, dying just as much but hurting a hell of a lot less. 
"Let's do this." Emilie tucked her bow over her shoulder and pulled two bandage strips from her pocket. The sounds from beyond the wind wall weren't pleasant. However, there was the low possibility that the police would interfere now. She tightened the strips and inhaled deeply. "I was never very good on bar." A small inwards joke and she pushed forwards, pushing hard off the ground with both feet. By the time she reached Lexi, she wasn't exactly full sprint but regardless, the power was there. She lifted her foot and stuck in into her teammate's hands. 

It felt like old times, using a friend to reach somewhere you normally couldn't. She would reach the top and pull her old teammate up after her, a decent spot to watch the world from. This time, she pushed off her new teammate's hands and lifted both hands to grab the thick, possibly brass, ledge of the alcove.