No prompt used.
Meredith and Connor both ran, praying to whatever divine powers there may be for enough strength and luck to get out of the city.
Other groups had to be warned about this spy-mech. That, in addition to the need to avoid being spotted, was the only thing running through their minds as they took different routes into opposite directions with a common goal they never agreed to have or share.
If only at least one of them got past the city perimeter, there would be hope for the others’ survival.