"Stopping it from hurting others," she explains, tamping down the urge to use her chronal accelerator to blink yards ahead of him. She's not going to leave him in the dust to deal with this alone.

"I'd be fine with ditching it if we were in the woods, see, but we aren't." And Tracer doesn't know that these bears have a crazy blood lust for Inquisition members only. It seems reasonable to assume everyone is in danger.

"Alleys seem a good bet. I've got two pulse bombs left."