Dalia deftly swung out of Shea's grasp and had her at knige point before she even knew what she was doing. Taking a few cleansing breaths, she schooled her body to stand down. She was naturally jumpy, and having half of Mira's essense in her made her all the more tense. Looking into the three capitves faces, she knew that she couldn't tell them no. Her heart would not let her, but reason poked its head into every open seam that made up her heart's fabric.<br/><br/>"I can't. See this," she said, breaking off to show them the several injection scars, a tattoo, and a brand over her body. "I can't just leave. And neither can you, without the right know how. Even if all of us weren't Marked, they have people here that are ex-cops, marines, navy, you name it. Plus some with black files..." Dalia stopped there with an involunteery wince. She, or rather Mira, tangled with all of the above and her body still held the scars.