Catching her breath takes a couple moments while the shot in the lung heals, but she pushes on anyway, a lot more bloodied, but moving.
"Upstairs, conference room. I can fight through the guards downstairs if I need to, but if you can find me something I can get up to a second story window with, we won't cut it as close. Dumpster, crates, anything not heavily guarded. What are you seeing?" she manages, on the move, amidst a few coughs and pauses.
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