Yelena's departure is quicker than their approach had been, but her tread is still light, footsteps fading into silence by the time she reaches the end of the alley between attractions. She keeps her own count in her head, and reaches her mark before she winds down - for the moment, they're entirely clear. It's a good sign, and she can only hope that they manage to complete their business before that changes.

She takes the precious few extra seconds to check the fit of her respirator and goggles, then draws two of the slender tubes in the bag strapped to her thigh. No high-tech weapons here - and she misses them dearly, for perhaps the thousandth time since tumbling out of an air vent in entirely the wrong world - but ADI's equipment specialists are creative in their own way.

The count hits zero, and she darts from her hiding spot. The motion's enough to attract Roderick's attention, and she drops to her knees as his lasers whine to life, slamming the base of the tubes against the ground. There's a dull fwump of sound, and then a haze of sawdust fills the air, smoking slightly where it passes though the beams of concentrated light.