Alley had landed on her back. Well, on her heavy shield. Beneath that was the rotting bits of what had once been a bench seat. She blinked up at the hole she'd made, dazed for a moment, and then climbed to her feet.

"I'm fine," she didn't have to hear him to know the question! Alley clicked on the flashlight still taped to her false arm, and shined it around inside the cart. "There's a door at the end," albeit sideways, "I'll see if it opens."