"Are there any backdoors?" she asks, and as soon as she's pointed in the right direction, she's running toward it. She makes sure there's no one out there before she gets out, and stays low until she's a few blocks away from the house with her new family. Then, she whistles, a loud, quick tune that sounds like a bird if you don't know that there exist no birds that make that particular pattern. After a few minutes, her mentor walks around the corner, in no hurry, and stops when she sees her student. To Kimle's great relief, she didn't bring anyone from the teams.
