Faira gave a humorless chuckle at Scarlet’s answer. “I hear that.” She glanced to Alexandria, the amazement of her ability of shapeshifting dulled by the fatigue lurking about her body from the mix of excessive adrenaline and frequent use of her powers.
	“What?” Faira blinked at Rosaline when she made note of the missing girl before frantically looking around in search of her. She inhaled through her nose and scowled, scolding herself for not noticing it before.
	[i]What’d that wretch do with her?[/i] Her hands clenched at the thought of Marianne doing something to Little Ann, for once more concerned at Marianne’s absence than presence.
	The loud [i]crack[/i] of the nebula’s legs made Faira jump and spin around a moment before Rosaline collapsed to her knees.
	“Rose!” Faira hurried to and knelt down beside Rosaline, her eyes widening at the unnerving sight of the cracks spreading dangerously through the doll-woman’s legs. She placed her borrowed sword on the floor and moved to place her hand on Rosaline’s shoulder, but hesitated. “Is… is there anything I can do?”
	Her fingers balled into fists again and her concerned expression turned to mutual hatred at Rosaline’s question.
	“More than anything,” she snarled, flames flickering involuntarily to life and wrapping around her fingers.
	Her attention snapped up as Conna’Cel began to speak, declaring an error before rebooting.
	[i]What the… His secondary…?[/i] She forced her reluctant legs into a standing position, watching cautiously as Conna’Cel looked around. She startled back slightly as the usually stoic robot mimicked a cheerleader, and even [i]laughed.[/i] She opened her mouth as if to say something, but closed it.
	“Great,” she muttered after a moment. “Another person with a multiple personality disorder.” Hoping the relative cheerfulness of Conna’Cel’s “secondary personality” would hold, she let herself sink back to the floor beside Rosaline with a quiet groan.
	With the conscious demand, Faira banished the small flames and glanced around the room. Her gaze settled on Alexandria. “Don’t suppose you could lead us to that--” Her words cut off as the little Marianne began to cough as consciousness returned to her.
	Faira scowled, just the sound of the child’s voice making the hairs on the back of her neck prickle.
	“You must be hearing things,” she muttered darkly with a hint of sarcasm. “Might want to get that checked.” She took a deep breath as she looked from young Marianne to Rosaline. “We need to find somewhere to rest, I think. Just for a while.”
	She quietly hoped that the others would agree, her own aching body begging for even just ten minutes without running for her life or fighting off monsters… if such a thing were possible in such a madhouse.