[Utena freezes, breath caught in her throat. It was foolish, to hope that it would just go away. But it's too late to back down now. It's either do or die, and if she wants to survive, she needs to act quickly. She mentally goes through everything she's found: knives, bottles of alcohol, kitchen rags and an abandoned lighter. This will have to do. Steeling herself, she opens the bottle and douses the rag, before stuffing it inside the neck. She's never done this before, and only has what she's seen on movies and television to guide her plan, but right now it's the best one she's got. Makeshift bomb in one hand and lighter in the other, she creeps out as quietly and quickly as possible to a room with another window, breathing slowly and evenly to calm the pounding in her chest. If it works, she'll have one crispy fried alien. If it doesn't... well, she'll definitely need another escape, won't she?]
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