[quote=@Tidus]"Martyr!" He would call as he bounded to her side and slid into the cover she had hidden behind. "I'm getting you out of here, verndarengill minn." He would say quietly, calling her by his name for her, his guardian angel.[/quote]

Vivian turned to him as he called, the look of panic and distress in her eyes as she raised her handgun and aimed it out of nervous reflex. The shadow she had plunged herself into hid the gleam somewhat, but it was plain to see that both the safety of the handgun was on and one could assume that there was no bullet in the chamber, given her apparent experience with firearms. She has no prior experience with firearms. As Wolf slipped into the cover of the overturned bed she was lurking behind, she lowered the gun and breathed out slowly. Her expression was incredulous, afraid and overly severe as she hissed quietly, "What the hell do you think I'm tryin' to do, buddy? Bake a goddamn cake?"

She took a sharp breath in as the large, imposing man passed by. Was he covered in blood? She could feel her heart racing faster with every moment, grip tightening on the handgun as she began to shake with equal parts rage and fear. She then watched as he tore apart a droid and picked up a young girl that she herself treated not two days ago. She could still feel the dull throb that she felt when she transferred her broken ribcage and the burns she incurred from being near the mine exploding. Whatever he was doing, be it lamenting or... whatever, it make her sick to her stomach that they could just waltz in, slaughter with impunity and have the gall to feel remorse when they discovered that these were real people they were slaying.

She felt bile at the back of her throat and growled to hold it back, the acrid smell of stomach acid filling her nostrils as she fought the sickness back down. She took a deep breath, and drew in more ambient light to fuel herself before pointing out the front door to Wolf, all the way behind the obscured, explosive conflict between 57 and Magi, and the bloodied man on the floor holding the child. "Front door is that way. I'm making a break for it. Stay or come along, do whatever. I just need to get the heck out of here." Her pale blue eyes stared daggers at the hallway to the exit and then back at Wolf before beginning to move once more. Slowly inching her way around the complex and towards the front door.