Elle leaps into the room, gaze straying only briefly to Suresh and Molly (who both look fine) and - a woman, she seems familiar, but it's too distant to place - as she runs up to the stairs and through what's left of the door to the other hall.
Glass crunches under her shoes; she glances one way, but runs the other - she can still hear his footsteps.
And once she knows she's beyond what could possibly be Suresh's view, any view from those windows that line the apartment, Elle tears the sling off, leaving it on the floor. It's not worth keeping up the charade anymore.
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Glass crunches under her shoes; she glances one way, but runs the other - she can still hear his footsteps.
And once she knows she's beyond what could possibly be Suresh's view, any view from those windows that line the apartment, Elle tears the sling off, leaving it on the floor. It's not worth keeping up the charade anymore.