Leave it. But don't forget your moltav cocktail.

Jessica exhaled, turning back toward the bridge. There'd be other weapons. No need to rip it from this beast's hands at risk of her own life. She meant to survive the night, not to join the hunt as it were. This resolution gave her a tinge of discomfort, like putting on damp stocking. She reached down, and retrieved her lost grenade, given to her from what felt like a lifetime ago, but it could save her life yet, and felt like an anchor Unable to bear the stillness any longer, Jessica moved forward, toward the bridge and toward home.

Her head continued to pound, not unpleasantly, akin to conventional drunkenness. But the world felt too real, her senses too sharp, her body too hot, her blood pounded on its own accord. Her feet curled in her shoes, and she began running before she knew it. Not from anything. Just to act on her instinct, to feel alive, to feel her body's strength propel her. And it felt good, it was simple, and didn't require much thought in her still addled head. But soon she came to the elevator and had to slow down. Her head still pounded, but she felt some relief as her body hummed in time with it and she was beginning to become accustom to it. She pulled the lever to call the elevator, pulling her weight against it. Briefly she realized she had only done so once or twice before, with great difficulty as these gears were meant for working men to pull. But here she had done it on her first try. She smiled wide to herself, proud of the accomplishment. She was strong this night. She barely noticed the bark of the odd crow that had hidden itself in the shadows, too far to be any danger.
The elevator groaned into position. Jessica strode upon it, compressing the middle button on the floor to activate its return trip. The grates of the door closed. Jessica was struck with a sudden foreign sense of claustrophobia as it moved downward as the need to move came over her again in this small confined space.

Finally the machinery whirled to a stop. For a brief moment, the grating didn't open up and Jessica felt a flare of panic, but sure enough, they opened, and Jessica quickly disembarked, eager to return to the open sky. The moon hung low, staring down at her, but Jessica didn't meet it. Her eyes were forward.