[Almost as if it's instinctual, Ange throws herself to the ground, letting go of Dixon. She actually has to restrain herself from rolling forward to get up as soon as possible and keep running -- it'd be impossible to do that when someone's grabbing you from the wrist]
Where's everyone?! Did they get away already?!
[A few stragglers may still be in the fray, but what about the rest? It's not like she's concerned about a bunch of strangers, but the thought of being stranded in this unknown world by herself or just with one or two people more is terrifying]
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Where's everyone?! Did they get away already?!
[A few stragglers may still be in the fray, but what about the rest? It's not like she's concerned about a bunch of strangers, but the thought of being stranded in this unknown world by herself or just with one or two people more is terrifying]