She'll never get used to it - -that feeling of being split open, that sense of having two hearts beating in her chest. Its easier to keep hold of herself, now, but she can still feel the grey inside her head, trying to get deeper. She stamps down on it; she'll make her apologies later, if they get out of here.

"Run, Eddie," she says. "I'll be okay." Her grip tightens on the brick, and she dances back a step. "I can handle this."