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They were safe now... as the angelic figure finished healing the man that Marilyn had saved, the pale alien's fist clenched tightly...

And she slapped the person that had teleported them, sharply across the cheek. Her eyes, surprisingly, filled with rage.

"What do you want, a thank you?!" She had never been angrier before. She gripped the angel-esque beings shoulders, tight in her hands. "There are citizens of this city up there that need saving, and you try to help out the two people who don't need it?!" She turned, quickly grabbed up the man she had saved with a grunt, and ran to a store front window. She set him down and glared back at the woman, her eyes ablaze in a surprising and out of character amount of fury. Marilyn was in [i]so much pain.[/i] She felt [i]so weak.[/i] But god dammit, the people that were captured would not suffer, and the decision to take responsibility for that gave her strength.

She turned away from the woman, still in disbelief at her ignorance, and leapt through the glass. The alien appeared back on the ship, coming through the breakroom she was at before. She listened, calming down, a silent roar of unbending will shown in her eyes to the sounds of people. There... in the distance. People, captured perhaps. She ducked back into the glass to try to find glass or a reflective surface near where they were. 

Marilyn would not let them come to harm.