"I can walk just fine, thank you," protested Adelle, shooting a none-too-friendly glare in Britta's direction, albeit one aimed not at the girl herself but the suggestion as a whole. She had been shot in the abdomen before and remained on foot, perfectly fine to walk and in heels nonetheless. Perhaps it was mere stubbornness, but she would have to be in far worse shape to even considering allowing herself to be carried. Being the only one among them to get hit had bruised her ego enough already.