Yue's eyes flicked from Dean to Raudd and back. She did feel a [i]little[/i] bad, but technically she'd done exactly as Raudd asked, and everyone walking on magical eggshells around her was very quickly wearing thin on her patience. She almost preferred not knowing... almost. Yue didn't exactly understand the implications of what Dean had said about Alex but she knew that Haze was generally bad, particularly in concentration. If he was hoovering it up, it probably wasn't a good thing.

Fuck this waiting around shit. Yue pushed past Raudd for the door, though she'd only just managed to swing it open when waves of [Anger] tinted, glass-jagged static blue cascaded down over the town, sending rivers of ice down her spine. The announcement had only just begun as Yue began to strip off her shirt and shoes without regard to modesty. Her hand vanished near to the elbow into a black disk she fished out of her belt, and her clothes ended up in an unceremonious heap as she pulled on the fresh Templar undersuit.

Her armor growled to life as she stepped into it, armor plates unfolding over her skin as she quickly tied her hair up into a tight bun just before the helmet closed around it. Glowing red telemetry scrolled across the front of the glossy black digital expression display covering her face, and the Templar's signature V-shaped visor slammed down just as the four stylized eyelets illuminated menacing red. Her gauntlet glided over the Templar great sword, Brute Stick, and Sword of Justice leaning against the wall, dissolving the weapons into white light that disappeared into her palm as she strode towards the door with a purpose.  For just one moment she paused next to the table where the spear was before she stomped the shaft pommel with her foot, flipping the weapon into her hand.

[b][color=#CE2B95]"I'm borrowing this,"[/color][/b] she stated firmly from her modulated vox, as it vanished into her gauntlet in a flash of white. It spun onto the selection wheel in her HUD as the system registered the new weapon. The cold, stoic mask of Silver Fang quickly took over as she pushed outside. She flexed her fists, taking a deep breath, which hissed through the helmet's exhaust vents as she exhaled. [b][color=#CE2B95]"Coming? Or no?"[/color][/b] She asked, barely looking back over her shoulder towards Dean and Raudd. Her posture made it clear that she wasn't waiting very long for an answer.