"<span style="color: Magenta">Could we please save the dick-measuring contest until later, boys</span>?" Zi hissed quietly, brow furrowed with annoyance as she watched the group bicker like little children. Regardless of who was in the wrong on making the call, they were stuck in a bad situation and yelling was worse than useless in solving it; if anything, it would make them easier to locate. "<span style="color: Magenta">I am sure you both make your mothers <i>very</i> proud with how much you have grown, but there are more pressing issues at hand, no</span>?"<br/><br/>Being a professional, it was a pet-peeve of hers when discipline broke down during crucial moments just like this, as it showed a weakness of character. One mistake was bad but fixable. Passing blame instead of addressing the issue, however, served no one and only caused things to spiral even further out of control. And even with Jeiyce's flare-trick as a distraction, they were far from "safe" by any stretch of the word, and here they were, tossing out death threats like it was a casual greeting. She'd been a part of enough groups to know that once threatened, people became stubborn and refused to compromise in even the slightest matters, so she had to cut out that cancerous tumor now before it sunk in and made fools of them all.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Magenta">Next one to act tough loses an appendage, understand</span>?" she spat out, losing a bit of her own temper in the process. "<span style="color: Magenta">And believe me when I say it will be an important one. Now, if can we all agree on wanting to <i>continue living</i>, we have a small opening to not die horrible deaths. Anyone object</span>?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>