[h2]Alessa Heather: Trainyard[/h2]
Practically before she could respond, Lily had already leapt out and charged off. Ah, to be so bold… she only hoped the young girl wouldn’t wind up being seen as a result of her reckless run. And even if she wasn’t, she’d need a firm reminder not to just run in so casually for next time.

Tulpa didn’t show any signs of getting up soon, absorbed as she was with her activities; Margrave, by contrast, was just as willing to step out of the van as Lily, though more subdued about it, and the Corporal following after him even moreso. Messiah stepped out shortly after him, her face glowing with enough light to hide her features, only to glance up at the newest Protectorate member’s drone as the buzzing of its propeller and the driver’s voice caught her attention, and then to gave a swift, casual salute in its direction before it followed after Lily.

By now, Tulpa had made her assessment. Not long after that, she suddenly had a bit of a moment; Private Skeetz grabbed her shoulders to steady her, whilst Alessa hastily leapt back into the van and asked ‘Tulpa, are you alright?’ It took her a moment to reply, but the older girl eventually responded in the positive, as well as giving a bit of information about each of the capes present there.

From that, as Messiah headed back out of the van and began wandering over toward the warehouse, she extrapolated the following: a lot of unconscious guards, and five parahumans, including at least one each out of the Brute, Thinker, and Stranger categories - either fellow guards, or more likely, Community un-affiliates. Doing what, precisely? Who knew. Probably nothing legal.

Nonetheless, they had parahumans to stop. Or at least discuss matters with. Beginning to walk toward the warehouse, she took half a second to observe Margrave’s… [i]unique[/i] approach. She might have commented on it, if Corporal Johnson hadn’t done so first: ‘You do know they’re more likely to hear you if you keep chattering to yourself, right, Margrave?’ She didn’t plan to correct the PRT soldier; doubling her pace, she quickly approached the warehouse, slowing a ways before reaching the building proper as she realised something... odd.

‘Hey, guys...’ she cautiously began to speak, glancing to either side of the warehouse to confirm what she saw, ‘If you don’t mind making sure, could I get a read on any more, uh… cars, around the place? I can see a couple in parking zones with people in them, and... well, maybe I’m paranoid, but those could easily be getaway drivers, couldn’t they?’ And if they were, she’d never forgive herself if she allowed whoever was inside to make use of them. Not that it’d be so much of an issue if they could stop these invaders from making their escape to begin with… but she needed the other fighting Wards and the soldiers over at the building to start things off properly.