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As the whispering continued in her ears Isla blinked again, bashing right into the front desk with a pained cry. She held her head as the hallucinations followed her vanished and looked around, completely disoriented and confused from all the blinking she’d done while panicked. Zoey had grabbed Finley who appeared to have a knife to his throat. She shook her head.

They must have all seen stuff too.

Hagan grabbed Stacey by the collar and started shouting at him, and Zoey joined right in. Isla grimaced as she pushed her hair off her face and stood up. She disliked seeing shit as much as the next person but this was [i]not[/i] the solution. As much as Isla wanted to give the guy a good slap herself… But that was beside the point. It helped that her hallucinations seemed to have been on the lighter end of things, going by Finley. 

She walked over and grabbed one of Hagan’s arms, looking at him with a completely fake but convincing confidence. “Let go of him. This ain’t gonna help.”

She tilted her head in Stacey’s direction. “We won’t get any info outta him when he’s like this. He clearly has no idea what you're talking about or [i]who[/i] you even are right now. Let him calm down first then we can question him.”

Even as she spoke Isla kept one eye on Hagan, knowing pretty well that grabbing someone who was angry was generally a bad move. She tensed herself to use her abstraction in the likelihood that he’d swing at her instead.