"Some plan! How far is your apartment?" Rachel says breathlessly, rolling her eyes, and she chances a backwards glance over her shoulder. Uh oh. Definitely not a good look. The batarians are gaining on them, and fast. Even if his apartment is only another few blocks away, they'll never make it.

So Rachel thinks quick. She grabs Stiles roughly by the wrist and jerks him into an alley ripe with the smell of decomposing food and waste, on account of the fact that most of the alley is packed with dumpsters. Sanitation really needs to come by here and do something about all the trash, Rachel thinks as she practically skids behind a dumpster, dragging Stiles with her.

"They're gonna catch up to us," she informs him, keeping her voice low, and she swallows down a deep breath. Their options are limited, here. If Stiles had a weapon, he'd have used it, and even so, he threw his bag at the batarians already. God, what a dumb move. Of course, the one she's considering is dumber. But if she doesn't do anything, they're going to wind up as a couple of smears on the ground here.

"All right," she says after a moment, tugging off her cardigan. "I'm gonna save our butts, okay? But you have to promise me something."