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Lyra knew she was going to want to strangle someone by the end of the mission, but she was so sure it'd be the enemy, not her own 'teammates'. Donovan was full of it, for one; she had interacted with enough vampires that she knew almost every single word out of his mouth was absolute garbage pretending to be sanctimonious for appearances' sake. Everything [i]sounded[/i] fine, sure, but it didn't match the smirk on his face--and she wasn't stupid, she knew he was watching her, appraising her, mocking her in whatever thoughts he had running through his head. Chadwick piped up and agreed with Donovan, much to her chagrin. Of course, both vampires were on the same side--no surprise there--but she had to bite down on her tongue hard not to retort to the Astorio, especially since that stupid smug grin was begging for a response. She must have had some bad luck if she was stuck with [i]two[/i] annoying, judgmental vampires.

And of course, Mr. Righteousness over there was splashing around in his puddle acting like he was above everyone else. 'Discussing who likes who,' what was he, stupid? Did he think she wasn't taking this seriously? Was not wanting to get talked down to suddenly a crime? She needed to calm down or she was going to end up setting everyone that wasn't Quinn--who she noted was much more receptive to the nickname than his full name, she'd definitely remember that--on fire. Donovan was going to be first, and if looks could kill, he'd be on the floor after he decided to pinch her cheek. The only person allowed to do that was her mom, and even then Lyra hated it. She smacked his hand away, less than pleased as she glared at him. Condescending asshole. 

Taking in a deep breath, Lyra decided since everyone was sick of her talking, she wasn't going to say anything else. Well, if everyone was telling her that she was the problem, then she probably was. It wasn't like they were wrong, maybe she was trying too hard. She looked down at her bracelet, thumb running over the letters. She didn't want to admit she was nervous, even if it was probably obvious. She wasn't exactly expecting almost everyone to dismiss her so suddenly, though. Welp, since she was the problem, then she'd have to be the one to suck it up and make sure everyone got along. And that meant apologizing even if she didn't want to.

Letting out a huff, she waved off everyone's words. [color=crimson]"Fine, you're both right. Sorry,"[/color] She said, deliberately holding back lest she further offend, though she softened as she watched Quinn. [color=crimson]"C'mon."[/color] She gently tugged his sleeve, gesturing him to follow her. Since everyone was on her to just go, she decided not to wait and instead headed in the direction they needed to go. Her lighter footsteps took up enough of her attention. It took a little adjustment, but she was certain she had the hang of it. Gravity magic was pretty neat, wasn't it?[/indent][hr]