Dione clenched her jaw. "I'm good, I'm good," she purred, gently settling down on the ground, though she was still wary of the girl who had shot her a moment before. She glanced back at Destin. "You're in a mess, aren't you?" She let out a sigh. "I hope you're on our side."

Misha slapped the window. "Brianna?" She shook her head. "I don't know.. no clue." She took a deep breath in, closing her eyes as she drew dry air into her lungs. Sand, sand, and more sand. Lovely. "I'm feelin' so off," she moaned, burying her head in her elbow.

Liwei was growing anxious. "He's not here yet," he mouthed to Mona. "We might have to leave without him."