"<span style="color: purple">Alright</span>" Fanya got up, holding her ribcage tight with her arm. She grimaced and she looked around to people that she was starting to consider family now. Coming together against all odds and keeping each other alive. She removed cloak, bloodied and red from her now slowly closing wounds along her back, entering her front. She passed her cloak around the shoulders of Becca and Sue, bringing the two of them together under Fanya's old cloak, while nodding to the rest,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">We have a lead.</span>" She cast her glances up overhead at the skittering... "<span style="color: purple">Fire Teams, escort us to that door. Duos and Darion, escort Emma to the door and get away from it as she blows it. We need to get inside. Move!</span>"<br/><br/>She hurried along with the rest of the groups, as the scouts got ahead of them with Emma. The Fuk twins kept quiet and occasionally whimpered but moved along quickly now have booty shorts and tight tops cover their mostly exposed skin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>