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[b][color=E3867F]Location:[/color][/b] Asteroid
[b][color=E3867F]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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Slowly their team were getting picked up and on the ship, but that still left a chunk of people on this asteroid. Was she comfortable leaving them here? No, but what choice did she have? Pietro couldn't risk running all around and grabbing everyone. Peregrine looked around her and noticed the levels of anxiety and panic. It was intense. Fear and sadness. Anger. 

She felt a headache coming on. She got them when there were intense emotions at play, even if she wasn't actively trying to gauge them. She took a seat as everyone ran around her. She felt foolish. Her spirits were nearby, but they said nothing. They knew they couldn't do much. 

Perry took some deep breaths. She felt the rumble as their clock inched closer to doomsday. She hoped they could get off of here soon. It wasn't looking like they would get out of this unscathed, though.