It's often said that there is an instinct present in the sense of danger known as the fight-or-flight response. Under normal circumstances said response would no doubt kick in towards the fight instinct, especially given the surge of adrenaline that no doubt coursed through the more...involved participants currently engaging in...whatever it was they were engaged in. June couldn't make heads or tails of the situation, from the brusque words being slung about and the panicked expressions on certain faces, June surmised that whatever was happening certainly wasn't good.

Which is why she decided to opt for the flight part of the fight-or-flight response.

"Yeah, sure, you all go get yourselves killed, I'll send a card to your funerals. I, on the other hand, have things to live for, so I'm getting out while I can. If you're smart, you'll all do the same." 

June spoke in a simple, but blunt tone of voice as she turned on her heels after backing away from the scene. She still wasn't sure what was going on, but her backward pacing footsteps quickened, moreso after hearing the impact of something or someone hitting a wall. Hard. Up in her hair, Soli was gripping onto June, her tiny eyes clamped shut and head shaking back and forth. 

"You're on your own." 

June gave a final call as she continued backing away towards any sort of exit.