Elle gives him a weary smile as she catches her breath.

"I'm Elle. Sorry about the-" she gestures to her nose, then to his.

She looks around to see people fleeing, fighting, and hiding. There are still people cornered, trapped, or being attacked.

"I'm not leaving yet. People still need help."

She uses the cart to stand up, ignoring the aching in her head and the burning in her back.

"Thanks for saving my ass," she hopes that her expression comes across as a cocky grin and not a pained grimace. "You probably wanna back up a bit, this might get messy."