[Together they manage to wrench the window away from the frame, enough that she can fit through. A weird benefit of being skinny, she supposes. With an inhale, she pushes off on her good leg and uses her arms to pull herself up and through the window, twisting as she moves through so she can land on her feet.
The shack is dark. It's hard to tell if there's anything useful in here at all but at least it's shielded from the wind. With a hiss of pain, she limps over and unlocks the door for Crowley.]
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The shack is dark. It's hard to tell if there's anything useful in here at all but at least it's shielded from the wind. With a hiss of pain, she limps over and unlocks the door for Crowley.]
Tah-dah.
Not that it's anything to be impressed about.