[Helena's breathing heavily, adrenaline and terror and a weird kind of exultation burning through her. At least these are real creatures, something real to fight and kill and deal with, not just false visions and nightmares beating on her mind in the dark. Her hands are shaking now the scuffle is over. There's blood in a spray up the front of her coat from one of the things she'd killed, and more running down from a large scrape on her forehead where she'd hit the tunnel wall during the fight.]
I'm here, serzhant. [Her voice is low and husky. She nods down the tunnel at where the last body fell.] You're a good shot.
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I'm here, serzhant. [Her voice is low and husky. She nods down the tunnel at where the last body fell.] You're a good shot.