Cammie's a little pale in the face—christ, she is not used to dealing with fights that aren't metal against metal and no real harm done—but she swallows the lump in her throat and subconsciously sets her ears in a very upright, focused position. Fake it 'til you make it.

"Lighter than it looks, so about as fast as I can any time which is— uh— I mean it's better than average?" Which isn't taking into account the fact she still feels like her legs could collapse under her at any moment. Or how her ribs ache from being grabbed, she's sure she'll come out in just lovely bruises later.

But it's not like there's really any other choice but running. If she doesn't get away from this thing soon she's sure she'll be a useless lump on the floor again soon enough.