Ellie gasps at the shot but doesn't cry out. They've both taken bullets in the past, she's not the type to be made shaky by a close call.

"Fuck-"

Ellie throws the bow up, hooking it over her shoulder, pulling her gun as she runs, full-tilt. She takes point and lets Joel guard. They've done this many, many times, and she doesn't spare a minute to worry that he's not following closely.

She fires at the top of the stairs, charging headlong past one of the bandits on the upper floor. He screams, falls, and Ellie keeps running.

Gunshots spray after them, deflected by the metal of the stairs, but some get through. One grazes her arm, and she gives a soft yip of pain, but doesn't falter.