The more she tries to stop the coughing, the louder it seems to get. She straightens with effort; she knows she's got to move, making noise and staying still is fatally stupid.

She swallows.

And quickly, but as quietly as she can, she edges along the truck and towards the center of the row. It's darker here, and a few of the vehicles are big enough to afford decent cover.

She drifts towards Trowa.