The only indication she gives is a tight nod, before she leaps forward in a burst of movement. Theo’s arm barely misses her as she slips past, and the graze of skin brought heat with it, but she fights forward. The element of surprise is gone for Zabini, and he guesses her trajectory, backing up towards the door. But he’s the tallest of the three—if she can slip under him somehow, she’ll have a clear shot for the door.