It happened all at once, leaving you with a dwindling amount of time remaining to take action. One moment, you and Lee had been bickering, professing your alleged hatred for one another; then, there was the smashing of a downstairs window of the safehouse. Lee's reflexes had been the first to kick in; grasping you by the upper arms, he practically shoved you towards the attic, "Move, fucking move, you have to hide!" He hissed lowly, ushering you up the spiralling staircase, his movements rapid and almost panicked. Your safety was his priority.