XIII 
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Rozalind frowned. Her instinct was the run toward the fire and try to put it out, yet, XIII had a point. If they were smarter perhaps their actions could be of more use… “Yes, we can go to the control room. If we go around this way we can... ” 

It was then that Dzel and Herbert rounded the corner. When Dzel saw them she slowed her pace. {[@jdh97]}

Rozalind stepped forward. “One of those better be for me!” She snapped. 
Without hesitating, Dzel took off her sidearm and tossed it toward the red head. Rozalind snatched it out of the air with her good hand. “We are heading to the control room, to see what’s going on here.”

“I was trying to find Tristian.” Dzel said evenly. “If there is a breech he is the only one who can stop it up.”

Rozalind frowned. “Right.” She considered this for a moment. “You go on that way and find Tristian. We will go this way to the control room.” She passed Dzel and beckoned XIII to follow, they would be walking away from the roaring and growling. Dzel would also pass XIII a firearm before they parted ways.

Rozalind barely looked at Herbert, but as she passed him she would say to the old man. “You... Just... Stay out of the way.”

Dzel nodded. “Stay behind me, Herbert. This way…” Dzel and Herbert would continue on in their original direction... Toward the growling and howling… Tristian’s office...

XIII and Herbert after going up and down steps a few times, they would intercept another group of comrades…

A door opened, and Twain would stumble out. Charles and Dimitri behind him. {[@Arty Fox][@Affili]}

Twain fell flat on his face. Rozalind gasped and knelt beside him. Her expression of concern contorted into rage…

“Are you DRUNK?”