Maverick removed her hands from her pockets and readjusted her face mask, bringing it a little higher up. She drew her attention away from the honorable jackass and stared down the frankly ominous hallway. There's no way this so called 'Presence' would reveal itself. He'd be torn apart; and Maverick wasn't sure she wouldn't be a part of the crowd beating. The coward would probably be hiding behind a TV or some sort of vocal projection. Still, as the voice said, she didn't really have much a choice in the matter. Inwardly, she wondered what sort of dirt she had on the other members of this little shit show. Especially someone like Loud Love. Of course it didn't matter, they were all in this together for now.

She cracked her knuckles quietly and followed Harpy, Phonefreak, and "Teen Wolf" (as she would from now own refer to the grumpy teenage boy), eyes scanning both walls of the hallway. It was much warmer in here than outside, and under normal circumstance she'd take her hoodie off. Obviously, these were not normal circumstance.