Otomra slid under some pipes and jumped off a platform rolling as
he hit the ground fifteen feet below panting a bit as he began
climbing a ladder to get to a cat walk.
"WHAT SHE SAID-" Rylie howled, almost falling. She caught herself
and steadily realized she probably wouldn't be able to steady the
catwalk. Especially not that easily.
Rylie ran out onto the catwalk against every single instinct she
owned. "Otomra, listen to me; we can get her later. Climb
down. Then we can continue the chase," She hissed.