I lured these stra-- [A pause.] That's odd, I would have sworn she was right behind me...
[There's the sound of slow footsteps, shuffling brush, and twigs snapping underfoot, but only enough to be distinguished as one person.]
Where did she run off to? She was wounded!
[Louder, as she's trying to be heard by someone not in her immediate vicinity
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