Juliettee huffed, crossing her arms. She turned her head when Whirlwind appeared, her beyond irritated features not changing. "Qu'allons-nous faire à leur sujet?" She spat out, her true French accent coming out sounding crisp and quick. 

Crystal shot a glare towards Bluebird. Sure she was angry, but she wasn't stupid enough to fight her old mentor. The scarred woman helped her girlfriend to her feet, giving her a sympathic look, before turning her head back towards the others. Sadly, she didn't know French but she could guess what the angel said.