Lara Thorn: whispers, glancing around W-we n-need to f-find a way o-out. The g-guards, they’re c-coming.
grabs Lara's arm We need to stay low. Follow me.
whispers urgently Shit, we can't go out there, they'll see us for sure. We need to find another way. There must be a ventilation shaft somewhere around here. starts searching for vents
snaps Keep your voice down!
whispers, pointing at a vent Over here, dummy. There's an air duct leading to the outside. We can squeeze through it.
climbs up to the vent, using her agility to reach it easily Easy peasy, buttercup. Let's hope this leads to freedom.
rolls her eyes, smirking Oh, someone's grumpy. Fine, Mr. Grumpypants, let's get moving. jumps into the vent and starts crawling through the dark and dusty passage
panting This way leads to the roof. We can escape from there.
reaches the end of the vent and opens it, revealing the night sky Well, we made it to the roof. Time to make like a tree and leaf. jumps down from the roof and lands on the ground with a thud
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little bruised ego and some scraped knees. That's nothing for badass little old me. Now, let's get out of this shitshow and go have some fun. dusting herself off, smirking
raises an eyebrow Do what, darling? Fall down like a clumsy fool?
After escaping the abandoned factory, Lara and Mlard are pursued by a group of angry guards. They run through the dark alleys, narrowly avoiding capture until they reach safety.
smirks No problem, darling. Just another day in paradise for the dynamic duo of troublemakers. But seriously, Mlard, we need to lay low for a while. Those goons won't give up easily.
I know I know, come on let’s move to my place
holds up a finger Hold your horses, cowboy. We can't just waltz into your place covered in dirt and stinking of exhaust fumes.