[Reiju focuses on what lies ahead while the gunshot rings behind her. Once again, she's grateful to Suzuha for the assistance. There are far too many zombies for such a cramped space, and they're fortunate that the bodies piled along the sides of the tunnel are impeding those on top of the train from dropping back inside with ease.
Her gaze falls on the handrail. Every second counts, and Suzuha is delightfully clever.]
Good idea. Leave it to me.
[If it's a physical feat, she can probably manage on her own, which opens Suzuha up to gauge the situation and apply that quick wit elsewhere. Reiju speeds toward the handrail, then, after Suzuha has crossed the imaginary threshold, grabs the handrail with one hand and yanks. It groans to the side, sealing the passage in a diagonal position.]
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Her gaze falls on the handrail. Every second counts, and Suzuha is delightfully clever.]
Good idea. Leave it to me.
[If it's a physical feat, she can probably manage on her own, which opens Suzuha up to gauge the situation and apply that quick wit elsewhere. Reiju speeds toward the handrail, then, after Suzuha has crossed the imaginary threshold, grabs the handrail with one hand and yanks. It groans to the side, sealing the passage in a diagonal position.]