She should have been more specific really, but they're running for their lives. She risks a glance over at him. "Well, I know at least one isn't." It's almost fond when she says it. Saving her is totally a way to earn her friendship.

She relaxes when he says that they've lost it and even more so when he says he needs to catch his breath. In fact, she sort of slides down the wall to sit for a moment, head back. For the first time since they started running, it occurs to her that she probably looks like a crazy lady with her hair gone all curly and frizzy. She pushes it off her face and tries to twist it up into a knot on top of her head. "I'm okay with running more. In a second," she finally says just to let him know that she's not going to hold him back or whine about running.