Honestly, it wasn't his fault. They both should have been looking. She shakes her head at his apology, trying to wave him off and it makes her feel a little better, a little less frantic to get away. She's just beginning to get her breath back when she hears the guardbot. "I'm okay," she gasps a little, pushing herself to a sitting position. This is going to hurt tomorrow, provided she's alive tomorrow for it to hurt.

She's about to dismiss him, brush him off, when he says that he's being pursued and she realizes he must be one of the traitors whose name had been called that morning with hers. She lets him take her hand and help her to her feet, watching him with a bewildered sort of expression.

"You're a traitor," she says with a bit of shock in her voice. "I am too," she says quickly. "That's why I was running. I'm trying to find some place safe to hide." If he wants to get moving in the middle of her speech, she will go with him now after realizing that he's like her.