She doesn't bother fighting him when he does, falling back into the tug of his grip, attention divided between their attackers and the surroundings. If there's a separate way out-- something to climb or at least get them out of blade's reach--

And then it hits her. Has her rummaging through the contents of the satchel she'd brought in with them before pulling one of the empty canopic jars free. There's a brief moment where the look on the guard's faces mirrors the old priest when he'd watched the scroll go up in flames, and Chloe (thank you years of practice scraping through the tightest of spots) leaps upon that chance like it's the only shot they've got left. "One step closer and..." and she can't for the life of her remember a single Egyptian name.

Shit. Charlie, a little help?