[Mahiru was following Misaki but less recklessly, unable to run as quickly, to take it as literally - at least before Shade's last scream rang out. Even now, the pace of her actions is completely different from Sonic. There's something dreamlike about the selection of photos she takes as she goes - the lens is quiet for a new one, until she gets closer, steps on a rock to get a new angle, an intimidating flash in the face of a raptor.]
Go back between the pages of National Geographic.
[After that her voice is more normal, like Misaki, panicked.]
Okay?!
[Then she's twisting so the strapped camera hangs behind her back, and she's looping her arms under Shade's shoulders to drag her backwards, keeping the blood inside like on BBC Sherlock, towards safety.]
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Go back between the pages of National Geographic.
[After that her voice is more normal, like Misaki, panicked.]
Okay?!
[Then she's twisting so the strapped camera hangs behind her back, and she's looping her arms under Shade's shoulders to drag her backwards, keeping the blood inside like on BBC Sherlock, towards safety.]