Her breathing grew more labored as she scrambled through the darkness toward their voices, sinking into a near pant. Her dress, once beautiful and shining in it's pinks and whites now muddied and torn was tangling around her legs, her stilted and lurching movements seeming especially so with each staggering step. One step on something unstable and she started to slip, falling to the ground with a loud 'oof' before dragging herself again to her feet. Lady certainly wasn't a threat, but in the darkness of the arena, how could Little Rock and Enjolras possibly know that?