[The protest dies in her throat as she freezes along with him. Her gaze flicks about, looking for structural weaknesses, where it might come down on them -- but outside the spot lit by House's penlight she can hardly make anything out. One of her hands slowly raises, ready to grab or push him should she need to burst into motion.]
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[The protest dies in her throat as she freezes along with him. Her gaze flicks about, looking for structural weaknesses, where it might come down on them -- but outside the spot lit by House's penlight she can hardly make anything out. One of her hands slowly raises, ready to grab or push him should she need to burst into motion.]