Mary Anne picks her way back to the square more carefully than when she'd set out. This time she's not focused on pursuing a target, so she can maintain cover a little better; cover's also a little more necessary with the loss of the storm and the fact that her coat (now with blood bright at the shoulder and a smear on one side) isn't exactly winter cammo anymore.

She can focus on the environment a little more, too.

"Hey, guys?" she says into the comm. "Maybe I'm just paranoid, but you hear something?"