[Finn steps even closer until he can't any more, reaching out himself to place both of his hands on hers. Now he's really confused. Nervous, he looks over his shoulder before looking back up at her, still panting somewhat.]
C...come on Arcee. We....we gotta....we gotta get outta here.
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C...come on Arcee. We....we gotta....we gotta get outta here.