She felt very sluggish, disconnected from her limbs. Rena was fighting against Beatrix's weight to get the door open and the girl's frantic movement dislodged the Bride. Sliding off the girl to the ground, the impact sent white-hot searing pain coursing through her body, shocking the ex-assassin's senses but having the advantageous side-effect of keeping her conscious.

Groaning and trying to pull air into her protesting body, Beatrix managed to find her way up onto all fours. "I can... move.... Rena," she said, forcing the words out. "The door..."

It was insulting to her pride, but Beatrix would drag herself, crawl even, into the next room somehow if only the damn door would open.