I'm here to help you. {Yasmin sets down her gun at the doorway, putting her hands up in a sign of reassurance.} I'm not going to hurt you. {She says quietly to the little girl, who cowers in the corner of the exact cell that Yasmin had been kept captive in. Yasmin kneels before the girl.} My names Yasmin. I'm going to help you, okay? Promise. I'll get you out of here. {When the little girl nods, Yasmin gives a maternal smile, though her heart is pounding.} Wonderful. Do you think you can stand up for me? {She offers a hand to help, but the girl winces away from it. Drawing her hand back, Yasmin watches the girl stand on her own.} You're doing a very good job. Now I just need you to -- {She suddenly stops as she hears the clicking of a loading gun behind her. She takes a deep breath and turns, protectively standing in front of the little girl. Yasmin's expression becomes steel, even as her heart is pounding and lungs choking. She manages one sturdy word.} Robyn.