[b][color=#CE2B95]"I do,"[/color][/b] said Yue, catching the comm. [b][color=#CE2B95]"I can't forget. My target may well be anyplace on the planet by now. She dropped me in the dark under the plates from the 46th floor Tower, so unless she shows up in the square here we'd be wasting our time looking around.[/color][/b]"

Yue huffed, hissing air out of her helmet's vents. A mental impulse brought up her biomonitor, and she just stared at the list of cuts, bruises, cracks, and her not-quite-recovered concussion. She considered Dean while she rested the spear against her shoulder like she would her greatsword. 

Yeah, 2Fast, we know. She wondered if Maire would accept "I have some ouchies" as a valid excuse as she considered her next response.

[b][color=#CE2B95]"Their Rogues have offered to help me to the surface. I'm sure one additional passenger is going to be fine?"[/color][/b] Said Yue, as the quartet of glowing red points beneath her mask's visor flicked towards Dean. [b][color=#CE2B95]"We can talk then. Besides, I need medical attention or you're gonna have to carry me out. I have a civilian to check on."[/color][/b]

The 'Crete crunched under her boots as she turned on her heel and twirled the spear away in a flash of light. A civilian to check on. Yeah, and probably a bitter duel to the death, but Maire didn't need to know that just yet. At least Chiroptera might be hesitant to engage her with another Templar around.

She hoped.

There wasn't going to be any winning that fight in the condition she was in.