Genevieve stumbled along, hauling the girl that she had picked up as she moved forward. "Thank you," she said with a respectful nod of her head to the other girl who moved to assist her, supporting the other side of the injured girl as they moved along. In a situation like this speed was of the essence, and anything that got them further away from the ongoing fight and those strange things would be for the best. At the moment, that was all she could focus on. 

She had to focus, one step at a time as her breath rushed out in deep panting. She could feel the girl fading, as her feet dragged and she seemed to weigh heavier, yet the Frenchman could only carry on. Even now it seemed more and more like a dream, only for the burden that she was carrying to serve as a sobering reminder, beyond the environment that surrounded them. 

"This can't be happening," she muttered to herself, focusing lest the panic overwhelmed her. "This can't be real. There's no way." Yet those words held no comfort, and she could recognize how empty they were. This was far, far too real. "What kind of twisted place is this?"

Then there was no more time to talk, as those shadows returned with a vengeance. "Watch out!" Genevieve cried out as they struck, but it was too late as one of the other girls was injured, just like the one she was carrying. Her body trembled as she came to a halt, eyes wide at the horrifying display, far too much for the young heiress. It was all she could do to notice as one of the shades hit the ground nearby.

She was unprepared as the voice rang in her head, directing her and telling her what to do. "O-Okay," she said hesitantly, falling back once more on obedience to authority to cope with the trauma of what was happening. She would lead the unnamed girl that she was supporting over to it before dropping to her knees, eyeing the mangled body even as the other injured girl began to eat it. She gave it a disgusted look, hardly thrilled by the proposition of eating the creature. What was it anyway? How could they know that it was face? The lack of information was torture, especially to her. 

Genevieve gulped, marshaling her will as she reached down, applying all her strength to rip a bit of the beast off. She examined it for a moment before bracing herself, opening wide and taking the plunge. It tasted disgusting as it hit her tongue, nonetheless she chewed, trying to get it over with as rapidly as possible. Whatever this was supposed to do, she hoped that it worked. Otherwise, she wouldn't be long for this world. Not at this rate.