Brooke would be honored as all hell if she knew she looked cool in this moment. She was kind of sweaty and still carrying her phone and dressed in her work clothes (which weren't especially different from her regular clothes), but a teenager thought she looked cool, and knowing that would have made all the difference.

Well, some difference, anyway. She's glad to see Tavia keeping pace and, since they're a lot closer now and they haven't run into cops or the scorpion, that's a decent-sized weight coming off Brooke's shoulders. They might actually pull this off. Alan's street is only a block over at this point.

"We're almost there," she says with a growing smile of relief. "I think we lost it."

Brooke's obviously not seen a lot of horror movies.