Inger Lint lies on the floor. Aquila beholds the scene. "That... That wasn't me."
Behind her, above her, feet scramble away. Annie is on the move.
"You're alright, Inger?"
"JUST PLAYING IT UP FOR THE SAKE OF DRAMA.
"Nice shot," whispers Doc Robin, now laying down in a sniper position."
"Thanks," says Annie, from around a corner.
"Told you she doesn't look up."