[centre][b]Dr. Soraya Mansour[/b][/centre]

Soraya took to the offered hand from Stokes to roll back up to her feet, looking angry and annoyed as she collected her glasses - which had fallen off - as well as her pistol, which she holstered. Collecting herself, the cursory nod she gave Stokes for helping her up was stilted in the fashion of someone acknowledging thanks despite being too pissed off to properly say anything.

Soraya's eyes looked from Sam, whose attempt to mow down the intern she'd noted, toward the intern herself. "You're lucky I am not the police. You threw a chair at me!" She exclaimed, the impact of said chair having apparently dialed her french accent up to eleven. Soraya promptly joined Imogen in flanking Whitney, going so far as to take control of Whitney's left arm forcibly at the elbow. "I just want to make sure you're [i]extra[/i] safe! Now let's go." The words came through gritted teeth even as Soraya visibly took a moment to calm herself. Maybe calm was too strong a word. She was still clearly pissed, but far more composed than she had been as she started looking Whitney over, checking the intern for injuries as they started walking away. "Who's blood is this?" Soraya was still grumpy enough that the question sounded like an accusation. "Are you injured?"

As they moved Soraya gave a backwards glance over her shoulder at Stokes, saying nothing, but pleading with her eyes for him to cover them on their egress - clearly not trusting her own team for the task.

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