<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Angel went cherry red in about three seconds flat. <br/><br/>"<strong>W-What?</strong>" She spluttered, desperately trying to regain her composure. Was Max suffering some kind of brain hemorrhage or something? Surely that had to be the case. Mainly because he'd fallen, was trekking inside of a frozen wasteland, and then he let out a sharp yelp of pain as he tried to slap a hand over his face and Angel was highly disturbed to find there was copious amounts of blood running down his face. <br/><br/>She let out a startled gasp. "<strong>Max, are you okay?</strong>" <br/><br/>But the Bullymungs were clinging to him, jumping up and down and slobbering like protective dogs. Angel was glad when the ceiling cracked, and the first of the LoaderBOTs dropped through the ceiling. Several more followed. The Bullymungs that had been excitedly jumping up and down on Max looked up in fear, and then squealed as they scrambled to get away from the machines. <br/><br/>And the roar of Mama and Papa Bullymungs weren't far behind, either. Angel commanded the LoaderBOTs to scoop up Max. And she ensured they'd leave the Bullymungs unharmed. <br/><br/>"<strong>Hold on! You're going to Fast Travel!</strong>" <br/><br/>And then they were off.  <br/><br/>Max appeared in the Core, of course. It was the only area she directly had coordinates to. She was strapped into the Core, like normal, but she turned when she heard the LoaderBOTS appear. And Angel hovered there. <br/><br/>Oh. She hadn't quite thought that far ahead. . . oh boy.</span>