[C]atching her breath, the sound of bullets had now vanished, replaced by the drumming of her heart. There is blood seeping through her sleeve, her entire outfit soaked by the unforgiving storm raging on. She peeks out of cover, scanning the area only to notice her foes were still present, though searching for her in a different location. Good. All that was left was to keep a low profile until they were gone.
However, as she returns to her previous position, she's shocked by a new presence. Staring at the stranger, her eyes are wide, perhaps reflecting the startled scream she barely contained herself from producing. Instead, she regains her composure, slowly, as she realises the newcomer's garments are different from those of the soldiers. Perhaps her cover hadn't been blown quite yet.
"Please be quiet," her voice is merely a whisper, as she tries to save herself the additional trouble of having to outrun her attackers again— a feat she might not manage a second time.
