hand concealed in black cloth glove covers the other's mouth ; her free hand taking strong grip on their bicep and pulling them down to the floor of the crumbling shack . strength gentle enough to not make a sound , but harsh enough to signify a sense of urgency .
“ don't . make . a sound . ”
her words are more air than speech . the heavy thuds of an unknown assailant just outside the shattered window they crouched under slowly fading away . wednesday remained still for another ten agonizing seconds before she removed her hands from her companion . “ are you trying to get us all killed ? ”