The colorless alien ran towards Rileys body as it careened through the air. Each step leaving a heavy mark in the concrete as she leaped and intercepted Riley. Her mind took pause to reflect the way to land him as safe as possible. Thus as she fell back from the momentum of Rileys thrown body, a great burst of metal blood tore itself from the steadily healing wounds in her forearms. The mecury-like substance moved behind her and created a semi-sphere, allowing her to roll across the pavement in a full 180 before landing, unharmed, crouched back onto her feet with Riley in her arms. The semi-sphere disintegrated back into liquid and returned to the cuts in her forearms. She steadily took a breath and stood back up. She would not fight, for now.

A glance at the boy in her arms let her know he would be fine, no other apparent necessary medical needs other than rest. At least he wasn't attempting to rip her face off from here. She looked back up to the blue alien that had caused such a mess, as well as the Technological Female, the Robot-Driver, the Otherworld Anchor and the Cold One.