Eve could tell that the explosion didn't hurt her eardrums, because she was still able to hear what was going on. Registering it, though, was harder. Everything flashed before her eyes like a series of snapshots, as if her brain couldn't process things as quickly as they happened. She caught a sight of Celine staring at her hands as if they didn't belong to her. Xia crouched in her seat, pistol in hand, eyes to a cracked window. Shouts "At nine hours!" and "On the roof!" came from her and Victor almost at the same time. Then a sound of a gunshot from somewhere up and at the side boomed through the area and adrenaline kicked in.