It's pretty far from promising, and Lucy hates that, all of a sudden, these are things she has to worry about. She's spent months now on edge, waiting for something to go wrong as it always, always does, but just because it has doesn't mean she's taken any more kindly to it. Their best hope — their only hope, as far as she's aware — is someone on the ground providing help, and even that, there would be a limited window for, even if it didn't seem impossible with those men shooting at anyone who gets close. Then again, the last time shit like this went down, the first Halloween she'd been here, it was all gone the next day. Waiting it out could work, but she's never been much good at waiting. Besides, there's still the matter of surviving until then.
"Are you guys alright?" she asks when they get a little closer, and it's a question she knows is relative. Nothing about this is alright, but she can at least hope that none of them are injured. This doesn't seem like the place to try to deal with that.
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Date: 2012-10-22 02:46 pm (UTC)"Are you guys alright?" she asks when they get a little closer, and it's a question she knows is relative. Nothing about this is alright, but she can at least hope that none of them are injured. This doesn't seem like the place to try to deal with that.