Beatrix escaped the same way she had entered , quiet as a shadow, every step deliberate. By now, she had learned the rhythm of the cameras, the hum of their movement, and the right timing to dash between their sightlines. Her Qi shifted constantly, flowing from her ears to sharpen her hearing, then down to her legs for speed as she used her staff to melt through walls and slip between corridors.
When she passed through the room of the woman she had knocked unconscious earlier, Beatrix saw the patient still lying on the floor, rolling slightly, groaning in pain. The woman would recover , her heartbeat was steady, her breathing stronger than before. Beatrix felt a rare wave of relief.
"I don't have any healing capabilities," Beatrix murmured, crouching beside her, "but I do have something that might help."
