...You know, the discussion of Senna not being Falis' sorta seemed smart to leave for another day. Then again, it might get her attention off of Soma. Decisions, decisions. No time for a response because Falis had moved instead. Meche fell back, and Senna shifted. Balance, no--an arm wouldn't be enough to make her lose that. Balance was her thing. Hopefully speed, too, as much as she said, since she shot both hands forward to try to grab Falis' fist before it connected. Keep talking. Keep trying... something. "So she'll leave your territory," Senna tried calmly. "Just relax and separate."

Meche had grabbed for Soma, and it seemed that there was a thread of possibility here before a blanket dropped down around Senna's vision. She cursed, and slid backwards, dragging it off her head. Now she was out of the game, and would have to get back in. Might as well be useful. The girl darted to the door, wrenching it open before turning back. With that, they'd at least have a chance if Meche was able to shift Soma.