Nill backpedals too, but not nearly with the kind of fear and urgency that Gary does. She hefts up the helmet she carried along with her, ready to use it if needed, but it becomes very obvious very quickly that she probably won't. Not with the way she hears the guy slam into something that sounds very unpleasant, and go still.

She hasn't figured out who actually almost slammed into her until she hears him say something, and when she does Nill freezes, because she recognizes that voice.

For one, very brief second, Nill thinks, Crap, it's Gary, because as much as she likes him she also knows that he is probably not made for these games, and is somewhat more likely to trip into something to get himself killed than to actually be killed by someone.

It passes quickly when the worry almost immediately overrides it, because Crap, it's Gary, and that arm looked awful for what little she saw of it. Looking more worried than anything, Nill peers around the corner into the room, lifting a hand to wave at him slightly.

He looks more than a little awful.