[Kim flinches as it moves, sinks low in a cower like the choke collar might not take hold. She could almost laugh at herself –– what is cowering going to do? It's not like protecting her head and neck in a rollover. Get your shit together, Kim. Her heart is through the roof.
She pulls the rope out now, clutching it at her side. Just in case.]
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She pulls the rope out now, clutching it at her side. Just in case.]
Do we run? Wait?