[h3][center] [color=fff79a]June[/color] and [color=6ecff6]Mallory[/color] [/center] [/h3]

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June glanced up at the man that had saved Mallory. He pointed at Mallory, asking if she was...something. June couldn't piece the rest of his question together. Given his general body language, she guessed he was asking if Mallory was going to be okay. Whatever it was, she didn't want to mess anything up so she decided to respond nonverbally. June gave him a small smile and then touched Mallory on her shoulder. Mallory glanced up and looked over at June. 

[color=fff79a]"Mallory?"[/color] June asked tenderly. Mallory blinked. June cupped the side of her face and began speaking in French. [color=fff79a][i]"Come on, Mallory. I need you to snap out of it, please. I need your help. I don't know how to speak English, not nearly as well as you do. Please. I promise you we are safe for now, okay?"[/i][/color]

Mallory slowly nodded.[color=6ecff6][i] "I...I'm sorry, June. I'm...scared."[/i][/color] She said, with an apologetic tone.

June, inside, relaxed. It was good that Mallory wasn't going to be totally useless. Of course, she did care about Mallory. Mallory was her closest friend since...well, forever. But she didn't want her friend to be a liability, that was for sure. 

[color=fff79a][i]"That's okay, Mallory. But I need you to focus. You're very good at English. Me? Well, I'd never dirty my tongue with the speech of these clumsy tongued Americans."[/i][/color] She joked. Mallory smirked as well finally letting her weapon fall limply in her lap and getting a good look at her surroundings for the first time. They were inside the security office. Those...things were outside, and the idea filled Mallory with a great deal of dread. To be honest, she could feel something inside her mind twisting. Perhaps she did need more time to recurperate from such a traumatic experience. But there was no time. There was no time for a sit down with a pyschiatrist. The situation was still ongoing, she needed to be here, in the now. For her friend. It wasn't over yet. Just bottle up everything inside! That always went well and was perfectly healthy, Mallory mocked herself, bottling up her emotions for now. She had a terrible headache. 

The taller frenchwoman put one hand on her forehead, and then gave a little wave to Elijah who had asked her about her wellbeing.