The movement startles Chell; she half-sits up, propping herself on an elbow and oh holy shit that is a MAN WITH A KNIFE.
She inhales sharply in alarm and throws herself off the other side of the bed with a clatter. Unlike Bucky, she does turn her back on this new danger, because she's scrambling towards the nearest window. She bangs into the nightstand on her side of the room as she goes, knocking a framed photo onto the floor: a man with one empty sleeve, his remaining arm around a woman, both of them smiling brightly at the camera as the woman waves.
When she gets to the window she does look over her shoulder to see if he's following, even as her hands run over the frame to figure out the latch.
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She inhales sharply in alarm and throws herself off the other side of the bed with a clatter. Unlike Bucky, she does turn her back on this new danger, because she's scrambling towards the nearest window. She bangs into the nightstand on her side of the room as she goes, knocking a framed photo onto the floor: a man with one empty sleeve, his remaining arm around a woman, both of them smiling brightly at the camera as the woman waves.
When she gets to the window she does look over her shoulder to see if he's following, even as her hands run over the frame to figure out the latch.