One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand, four one thousand, five-

She bolts, and while no one's ever called Ellen a sprinter, she's at least doing a respectable pace right out of the starting blocks. And she doesn't stop until she's made it into the office building and has her back to a piece of still-standing wall and can foomp! herself visible again.

... she might be panting a little under there.