Dione nodded slowly and shifted to her human for. She stretched carefully, coming to her feet with a tender edge to avoid worsening the injury marring her side. "We should hurry back," she said, addressing Sacha this time. "We need to deescalate the [i]other[/i] issue with Broms, you know?"

Misha slapped the interior of the van. "Of- Agh, of damn course they did! How do you think they managed to screw me up like this?" She growled, then narrowed her eyes. She raised her hand to her chin and stroked an imaginary beard. "I bet it's like some spooky Manchurian Candidate stuff." Her eyes widened. "They brainwashed me and fried my brain and now they've put some wild 'murder all yer friends' nonsense in me! I can't even trust me!" Her gaze floated to Liwei, pressing his foot down on the gas pedal. She frowned. "Heyyyy, buddy, aren't we waiting for your friendo?"