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Lia for the most part, kept silent. It was difficult enough for her to be remotely...'stealthy' considering she generated some noise just by moving. Not enough to be incredibly loud, but enough to make stealth difficult. So in all, her being here during a jailbreak was not exactly optimal. She couldn't even fight right now, and she didn't want to test the limits of her abilities with her core seemingly damaged lest she cause it to overload and flatten everything within a fifteen feet radius.

The automaton couldn't decide what to make of this situation. Was she fortunate to be rescued? To be perfectly honest...she'd rather have not been. She glanced down at her hands, studying the small imperfections. Some paint chipped away here. A dent there. Lia could only frown. Wouldn't someone have been better than her? She glanced back at the stranger leading them. It was probably random. There was no reason for them to somehow choose her.

She only pulled herself out of these thoughts when the Stranger stopped, turning around and turned his palm towards the defeated monster. What happened next...'obscene' was the word she could use to describe it. She narrowed her eyes, shifting her gaze from the stranger to the others once more. Was she the only one who found this odd? What was the word for it...Necromancy? The Third often fiddled with such things in ancient history, though it was for far kinder purposes until it went mad. Lia however, still said nothing.

Coming to the intersection, Lia halted. This place was...creepy, to put lightly. Several other figures could be seen in sitting in the darkness, but she couldn't make anything out. It was then she became aware of two more people bringing up the rear. A human and...someone in something that vaguely resembled a doctors outfit? Wordlessly, Lia rushed over to the man who was obviously having trouble moving. She grabbed him, catching him by his shoulders to help him balance to make sure he didn't fall.

[color=chartreuse]"Slow down, I've got you."[/color] Lia's voice was firm, but kind. [color=chartreuse]"...I'm no medic but you're not doing to well."[/color] Was she being overly kind? Perhaps, but this man was the most familiar looking person in the entire group.