She moved toward it but stopped short when she didn't see Siobhàn anywhere. Morrigan turned in a slow circle, checking every corner and recess nearby. Kazuo groaned against her shoulder, his head lolling forward again, and she barely spared him a glance. This wasn't good.
"Where the fuck is she?" Morrigan hissed under her breath.
She pushed forward until she reached what remained of the billboard's base. No sign of her familiar—not crouched behind cover, not standing guard, not anywhere within eyesight. Morrigan craned her neck toward where rubble formed mounds higher against broken structures and debated her next move.
The mech's steps carried in the distance now, heavy enough that they pressed against the edge of hearing like thunder miles away but approaching fast enough to matter soon. Time was running out.