Unable to move for several moments, Alanna treats the advancing guards to death glares and a lashing with her sharp tongue. It doesn't do anything useful other than make her feel better. Still cursing, she rolls to her feet when she hears the bike returning, careful to stay out of the way of any bullets.
"No worries there," she yells, leaping on the bike and wrapping her arms around Goldy for dear life. "Go!"
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Date: 2006-06-09 11:33 pm (UTC)"No worries there," she yells, leaping on the bike and wrapping her arms around Goldy for dear life. "Go!"