Vika has no idea she's being followed; the only thought in her head now is to get away so she doesn't blow up the house. Every dash is shortening the clock, but the distance gained is worth it, has to be worth it.

Her legs short out near the dark heart of the woods. She looks back to gauge the distance from the house and -

You've got to be kidding.

"Yo-you j-just killed yourself," she croaks at Magne. "T-t-too late to r-run. F-fucking. M-mammals."