The thoughts of the strangers were clearer by now, caught and held like radio transmissions. It was difficult for Dawn to concentrate fully on them- given the fact that she was currently focused on evasion and not getting herself killed in the long run- but snippets stood out here and there. There was one who seemed to be quoting some kind of...literature? poem? Dawn couldn't quite make it out. The second, on the other hand, was thinking about a child. A little girl.

And the third was waiting for her. For them, pursuer and pursued. 

The realization that at least one of them knew what she was, and the sound of destruction some ways off, made Dawn hesitate for a moment- long enough for the teleporter to catch up to her and catch her by the shoulder. She let out a yelp, whirling on her heel, and had begun to tap into her powers again before the woman started to speak. Remarkably calm, given the circumstances. Dawn stared at Vivian for a few seconds, some of the animalistic panic draining from her eyes, although a certain caution remained in them. The mercenary seemed earnest, but...

"I, um..." Dawn swallowed, licking her lips. Her voice was hoarse from lack of proper use. "I don't want to fight. There's...there's other people here. Seven, I think. One of them is waiting for us." Her muscles tensed as Vivian reached into her jacket, and she took a step back, but she didn't bolt. "I don't want to fight." 

She didn't trust Vivian. But she didn't trust anyone within the city, either. It would be better trying to leave the place with one less person off her back.