[Boots scuffle across the city road as Rey makes a deft twist around a corner, not once faltering in her hold over Alphys when she dashes down the next street. Briefly she checks over her shoulder, getting a good look at the status of the wraiths moving in. Rey could probably handle them, but backed up in a corner with a lizard lady on her six never struck her as the best course of action.

[So she makes her way through the shopping districts, past Emily's sewing shop and farther still.]

Well. People said something on the network about demons or some shit.

[When she speaks, she is hardly even out of breath. Because when you're supposed to be a soldier who is expected to haul hundreds of pounds on your back for hundreds of miles, you're pretty much built Ford tough. The only reason she starts to slow down after several seconds is because she sees an opening up ahead.]

Hang tight. Going to try something. Don't wiggle or whatever.