Jemma had opened her mouth at some point, taking in all the chaos of this ENTIRE situation in stride. AND! And! They had made it to the top of the wall at some point, or near enough.

The drone had corralled them at some point, stopping them on a platform of some sort. 

‘Wolf’, the drone pilot, was yelling at another woman. ‘MAMA’ by Jemma’s understanding. It was… important to note these things, for some reason. She didn’t know why.

Either way.

She focused again when ‘Wolf’ told them to stay back, eyebrows knitting with indignation. A prickle of [i][s]alien[/s][/i] pride rising up in the background.
The understanding of the… nuances? Of the relationship between ‘Wolf’ and ‘Mama’ was… Enlightening! 


Oop. There went the drone, ripping a burst of leaden death in a line. 
…

Jemma huffed and turned to The Blonde Ally. “[color=Magenta]So… Can I go kill and refuel? Or not?[/color]”

And since when did she need to ask for permission? Why look for it now? 

She confused herself, before she stopped caring. The question was asked, too late to take it back now. 

Then, she paused again. Before looking skeptically at the town below them. There were people hustling about, and for an indecipherable moment, Jemma argued with herself.

Then, she jumped away and called over her shoulder. “[color=Magenta]Actually! I’m gonna look around! I’ll find you if you start leaving! You can send rat for me! I’ll wear this face![/color]”

Her wings churned the air again as she threw them open a mere eight meters above the ground. She came to an abrupt halt before a … Man? In a drive frame, who was in the process of being rearmed with… With a… Uh…

[i]Pneumatic Spear Rifle.[/i] Whispered a part of her mind. She waved to him, giving a ‘friendly’ hiss before darting around him and moving deeper into the settlement.