Mica throws her hands up and rolls her eyes heavenwards. Yay for testosterone! She sighs and glances at Iris. "Maybe we should invest in a leash for your friend?" She murmurs. "I'll chip in."<br/><br/>With Tailor charging and Antonio in pursuit, Mica stays behind Iris and casts a nervous glance over her shoulder. "I don't like the silence... Whatever is there stopped fighting. That might be good or bad, but whatever's left there very likely isn't going to be so distracted they won't hear us." She eyed the tunnel. "Unless we get lucky and they're all comatose. I'm gonna fall a lil behind... Just in case, you know? I'm better getting us out of trouble than this whole showdown stuff."