This posed an interesting dilemma; on the one hand, rescue. On the other she was somewhat more sensitive in this form than her other and he was once more not alive. How he might safely shift between the two was an utter mystery; at the least his mind should suffer should it not?

Ah, but her mind was rambling, shying away from the circumstance. She rumbled softly in her throat and tried not to appear rude as she crouched low to the ground. It was, in theory, safer? Silly to run from someone who could help her, but the crawling unease was putting her hackles up.

Not that the lemmings cared. They regrouped and had a brief, high pitched conversation before a few started fiddling with the settings on their weapons.