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Morgen took a momentary break near the terminal entrance, panting like a dog with one hand leaning against the wall. Not her most elegant moment, covered in dust, but a lady simply isn't fit for this kind of strenuous movement. Chest still burning, she looked wearily up as multiple figures from the crowd leaped skyward somewhere out of sight. Hm... perpetrators fleeing the scene, surely. Whoever was behind this attack, they will get their due justice sure enough! She coughed a few times and pulled out her compact, giving herself a once over to fix her hair and wipe away any grime that etched her face.

"Honestly..." the young woman muttered to herself, holding her mirror to the side for better lighting. There was a small pause as she surveyed her features.Is that a scratch? She pursed her lip and held a fingertip to it, feeling a light sting. Indeed, it was a scratch. With a sigh, she put her mirror away and held her hand out, a magical cage glimmering with red light before materializing in her hand.

Completely. And utterly. Unforgivable.

A massive crimson bird emerged from the cage and snaked up her free arm, perching like a falcon as it spread its glorious wings.
Nobody scars my precious face and gets away with it.

Her rose familiar effortlessly lifted her into the air and brought her level with the standoff on the rooftop, her feet gently meeting with solid ground. And, as it happened, she was able to catch the end of their little conversation as well. Well, would you look at that. It would seem they haven't fled after all.

"Many innocent people seem to already to have been caught in the crossfire, thanks to your intervention -- or incompetence, whichever you prefer," Morgen stated aloud, announcing her presence. Slowly, she strode forward with purpose, sunlight gleaming brilliant upon her locks. The cage disappeared from her hand but the bird remained, watching carefully on her shoulder. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she continued, observing the faces gathered before her with some scrutiny, "Negotiating with terrorists now, are we? You must take us for fools... turn yourselves in now, you filthy scoundrels!"
Owen grimaces a bit.

“Please miss, the situation doesn’t require more hostility. Innocents are at stake. Compromise is needed for their safety.”

He turns back and looks at Ange.

“Please don’t pull the trigger. Please, run while you still can. No one else needs to be hurt.”