[color=ded0a4]‘Eeep!’[/color] Amelie made a little startled noise as the stock collapsed, and she almost panicked that she was about to lose some fingers when she realized it was just drifting in wonky gravity. She was desperately trying to put it back in place when the car arrived and that stopped mattering. She had fled, rather than tried to do anything when the grenade was thrown. And, as she turned back after the explosion, eyes wide and breathing heavily…

[quote=@Terminal][sub][i][color=ded0a4]'You could have stopped him, you wretched little witch.'[/color][/i][/sub][/quote]Amelie flinched, hearing the voice. She thought back on what had just happened, and realized she hadn’t even considered it. A shill went through her, as she thought of being blamed for what had happened.

[color=ded0a4]‘I-I’m sorry…! I didn’t think he’d…!  I wasn’t…! I panicked…!’[/color] She tried to explain to the voice, feeling very uncomfortable. Amelie eyed Donny with fear, not brave enough to raise an objection like the others but definitely afraid he’d decide [i]she[/i] was next. The cover of her cloak was gone, without it she didn’t feel as safe despite the negligible amount of protection the cloak actually gave her. She felt exposed. 

… It was getting hot. Amelie felt vulnerable. She saw the boy she had previously brought back to the ground [@mdk] run at the gunman [@Doc Doctor]. [color=ded0a4]‘… Don’t do that, you’ll get killed.’[/color] Amelie uttered as she created a Redirection Orb in between them, and if either Luca ran through it or Donny struck back, she’d turn the movement to that person’s left. So the boy could calm down when redirected so he wasn’t running at the gunman, hopefully.

After that, Amelie decided she didn’t have more to do with that, and was going to try to recover the guy who was blown away. She’d attempt to create a new Redirection Orb, dropping the previous one, to get the guy to drift back down to the ground. Still holding the submachine gun as she hopefully managed to redirect him down towards the ground, she’d ask a few questions.

[color=ded0a4]‘Why did you come here? … Why did WE come here?’[/color] She asked, hoping this wasn’t just an elaborate trick of Penny’s, but it could be. Everything seemed pretty magic… That is, she only would ask the questions if she was actually able to pull him back down. Otherwise, she’d just lament her inability to make a difference.