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

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June pointed accusatorily toward Carter. [color=6ecff6]"Yes! I saw you, fearing. We should be leaving you behind. Mallory could have died because of you."[/color] She was visibly upset. Standing to her feet, she crossed her arms and stared daggers at the selfish American. They can't trust him.

Mallory nodded at Elijah and stood aswell, clearing her throat. [color=6ecff6]"I would have died if you people hadn't helped me. Clearly, I know what it's like to panic. I don't think we should judge monsieur too harshly. We shouldn't toss him to those...sick people...because of a mistake. That would be murder, not self-defense. Hopefully,[/color]" The brunette glanced over at Carter, [color=6ecff6]"He and I both have learned more about ourselves today, and wish to improve. Right?"[/color]

June looked flabbergasted. [color=fff79a]"Mallory...!" [/color] Both for her defense of the selfish man, and in seemingly surprise at her verbosity.

Mallory took a shaky breathe. Her heart was beating a million miles a minute. She almost wanted to curl into a ball again. Infact, that's almost what she did. Apparently giving a speech like that was almost as terrifying as facing the monsters outside, for she slid back down the wall and hugged her legs to her chest again, though far more lucidly this time. 

June recrossed her arms and looked over at Mike, seemingly having noticed something. [color=fff79a]"You are not with us coming?"[/color] She asked, concerned. He had saved their lives, after all. Were it not for him, Mallory and June would still be trapped in their hotel room.