Slowly, carefully, with Horvath's help, rubble is moved off of the alien beneath. Some of her slender fins are snapped and hang pitifully from her face, trickling thin, pale blood into her fur. Even as Hermione tries to move her onto a stretcher, she clings tightly onto Danny. "Three! Three! Down the stairs! You must help them!"

Somewhere to the opposite side a loud, gruff voice bellows in panic and pain. It almost drowns out the sobbing coming from deeper in the ruins. They, at least, are easy to pinpoint. Those silent from a concussion, however, are going to be harder to find.