"No shit," he gasped, and looked around, before she started to drag him down the alleyway.

Which, considering Mitchell Hundred's health? He's winded as soon as they begin, and he looked around, being drug around was probably not on the plan for his brain -- or his benefactors -- tonight. He grimaced as he did so, when an explosion ripped close by, the building on their right shuddered.

"Fuck -- Careful! Where are we going?"