[With the crash of shattered glass, Kamala escaped right into the shield carrying her parcel. She landed, bounced once and skidded down.

With a groan she let go of the pup who licked her face.] It's okay, I got you. You're safe now.

[There could still be more in there and she got to her hooves wobbily. Her uniform was already smoking and the tip of the scarf was smoldering.]

I gotta go back in there, in case anyone's left...