She's biting her lip in anticipation when the knock sounds, and her eyes fly open when she hears the response.

SHIT.

They can't run. They're both naked, the cops are right at the door, and she's in no condition to outrun anyone. The only thing they can do it pray these are not the cops who are gunning for them.

"I should talk to them," she says quietly, struggling to push herself up. "Either they'll be more likely to trust me, or they'll just shoot me and get it over with."