She hasn't even looked to see if it landed, and she definitely doesn't stop at his cry. She surges upward as fast as her wings can manage; if she can get up high enough, she can escape them all.

But. Something is wrong.

She reaches a point where she can't seem to go any higher. She's flying, but . . . glancing downward, that mechanical thing, all the people aren't receding.

No.

Something's wrong.

Breath tight in her chest, she shifts course, tries another spot. Throws herself upward as hard as she can manage, like a moth battering against glass.