Her eyes snapped open. She was hurt a little while ago, but she could barely feel it now. Besides, she had a job to do. She tried to push herself upright and succeeded, but she hadn't taken her own strength in account. She swayed, stabilized herself, and looked around. There he was. Slumped up against the wall with a bit of metal sticking out him. She strode across the room, took a firm hold on it, and pulled. It came out with ease. With it gone, he sunk down the wall. She caught him with one hand, propped him up against her shoulder and flung the rebar aside.
"..urning," he was muttering something, but she couldn't make out what. She dragged him down the stairs and into the shade. She set him down there before she began scanning the room. It was there she found what she was looking for. A manhole cover, hastily thrown over the pipe before the place had been abandoned. She pulled it aside; it was dark down below, but then that was the point. She grabbed him by the arm, pulling him upright. She positioned him, took a deep breath and jumped. She'd braced herself for a landing and she got one. A messy one, with him by her side. They collapsed in heap of damp dirt and fetid water. She rose unsteadily, pulling him up with her. The stench of sewage was all around them, and they weren't even in the sewer proper yet. She needed to reorient herself and figure out where that was. She'd walked the streets more often than not and her feet had a mind of their own, they knew the way.