"I like to think I always know when to pull the trigger." If you catch her drift. "Hang on a second, I'll meet you on the first floor."

With a little luck, anyway. The interior of the abandoned complex is doing worse than even the outside; shimmying her way down battered beams and over collapsed ceiling takes longer than she'd initially anticipated. They're running on a timer, though-- Lazarevic's patrols don't go fooling around without designated routes. By the time she hits the lobby (via one ballsy leap from a severely broken set of planks to the main stairs) she's just praying Nathan's Law won't bring them patrol #2.