There was a strangled squeak from the back corner of the building. Gylfie had run too, not even bothering to see what the Cornucopia had to offer before getting out of there. She'd been rated low and in such close quarters even her slight advantage in speed wouldn't do much good. Now she was staring at Sammy with wide eyes, back pressed flush against the wall, very certain she was about to die. She hadn't expected to live past the first day, but confronting it like this, for the very first time, was completely different.