The first fence was hard, mostly as she lost traction and caught herself by her arms, making her stomach and arm muscles scream in protest. After she pulled herself up and over and landed, stumbling, on the other side, her expression grew steadily more determined.

"How are you doing?" She knew he was tried, and it was kind of bolstering knowing both of them were not in top form, but were pressing onward. They'd make it! To finding who they needed. Only... "Wait, how are people going to get back to where the train derailed if there are so many robots and vehicles blocking the roads that we have to go this way?"