[Center][B]☆ Helena ☆[/b]
[i]Nox Mission [/i][/center]

“Ah yes, because you know all so much about it too, mister I’m-a-Nox-mageblood-but-I-don’t-know-what-I’m-doing-either,” she sighed, rolling her eyes at Athalus some. [i]Men and their trying to best one another,[/i] she sighed as the rest of them hurried together some and started to move away from their fights and to what was hopefully the exist.
 
Helena looked over at Darell, tilting her head some for a moment. “What are we, fodder?” she asked, sounding annoyed, but she went into motion to do as she was asked. Because she wanted to get out of here. She wanted to live. And she’d deal with being bossed about by someone who she didn’t like, wasn’t fully sure that she trusted, but had so far been the most helpful of the group if it meant that she would make it to the surface again. 

“Hey! Ugly!” she called to the masked man, coming closer to him even though every part of her being wanted to run the other way just then. “Why don’t you take that manic laugh down a notch there and let's talk about this whole...taking over the Nox thing. Yeah?”