Oh, they were getting heated and not in [i]that[/i] kind of way. This was the first time that Rhea had ever seen the spunky demigod seething with rage. Usually, he was the reason that they were annoyed or mad, but now, [i]they[/i] were the reason that he was mad. Dare she say it, Evan seemed to be the new teapot in her eyes. With Rose's disappearance linked with Thermos' alibi and with Sentinel and Tulip rushing off into the depths of 'screw the team', the teens weren't so much titans after all. With this situation, they were as vulnerable as a newborn child; they were at the mercy of the elements. The kitchen became crowded as more of their comrades rallied to the call, however, soon, the ones who had arrived quickly dispersed as they traveled to the hangar. Well, Maker knows who among them knew how to pilot a jet. Who knows? They might crash and they all die... the end; which is not so bad of an ending in Rhea's opinion. Of course, she hastily regretted even thinking of that thought as she quickly swatted away her worries. The die had been cast; they had drawn the cards and came up short. What was left now was to gather the pieces and reforge their shaky relationship as a team. Her eyes caught a glimpse of some weird dots on the Amazon's forehead but, as quickly, she attributed it to her imagination and, upon looking at Evan once more, indeed, the spots were gone. [i]Yep, me imagination be runnin' wild.[/i] [color=aba000]"Evan."[/color] Rhea said in almost like a whisper, approaching the angry demigod. [color=aba000]"Please, we be needin' to go to da city." [/color] she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, resisting the urge to sate her hormones and just take a peek already. Of course, it was difficult to concentrate when her relaxed mind screamed for her most primal of urges to drive her fingers down the contours of his torso. Thus, Rhea closed her eyes and bowed her head. She bit hard on her bottom lip until a sliver of sanguine liquid bled through the skin, snapping her back to reality. [color=aba000]"As we be speakin', innocent lives be at stake, Evan. Remember, the mission always be comin' ferst. Dis be what we were made fer, why we be created fer; protectin' da lives of dos' who be harmed by critters much darker dan dem. I know dat you be upset with Rose disappearin' but yer not da only one who be worryin'. I am worried fer her but dis mission be our top priority. Completin' da mission above all else, that be what Rose would be wantin'."[/color] Rhea eased her hand away from her comrade, stepping back a few inches before pulling down her hood over her head. [color=aba000]"We din't do well in our ferst mission but it don't mean dat we can't do better. Now be our chance to be makin' things right, Evan. If Sentinel and Tulip don't want to be comin' to us, then, we'll be goin' to dem. We'll show dos fuckin' dumbbells dat only through unity can der be a chance at victory."[/color] The healer turned around as she headed for the hangar without as much as a glance back at the demigod, opting to look at Max instead. [color=aba000]"Skelly, we be needin' to go now. If we be delayin' any longer, der won't be a city to be savin'. We'd need to break a leg or something."[/color] The thought of losing [i]so[/i] many lives due to her incompetence was something that made Rhea's blood boil. While they were here bickering over whose tiara was the shiniest, lives were being endangered by more than just zombies; oh, zombies weren't the biggest threats there. No, she wouldn't have another stroke on that chalkboard. She couldn't have another Dane... never again. Once she reached the door's frame, her eyes glared back at the demigod. [color=aba000]"United we stand, divided we fall, Evan. As of now, we dun need a leader, laddie. We need a team. We dun need a mob of teenagers wid flaming fists or super strength, we need the Teen Titans, Amazon. [/color] Rhea ushered in a small smile before disappearing from the doorway. However, after a few seconds, her head popped back. [color=aba000]"Oh, and suit da fuck up."[/color] [i]Or, so help me, I'll do it myself.[/i] [i]Shut the fuck up, brain.[/i] --- Rhea arrived at the hanger as she saw some of her allies already tinkering with their transportation. She hurriedly boarded the aircraft as her eyes surveyed her teammates. [color=aba000]"Ye have some biggy-big things ye be needed to be explainin', Thermos. I din't be wakin' up as fresh as a daisy just to be greeted wid a magical 'screw your day'."[/color] Rhea mumbled before strapping herself in, burying her face in her hands. [i]Zombies[/i] Great, just great! The world had a bad habit of screwing the healer and it wasn't abating in its insults. Sooner or later, she'd jump off a bridge. Still, zombies were something that were not entirely unfamiliar with her. Zombification bordered more on cellular infection than anything else. She could be useful this time... assuming that those two dunderheads already at the city weren't off wiping out everything in their path. In all honesty, she was more afraid of her team than she was of the zombies. A Sentinel could wipe out more lives with a single punch than a walking cadaver and a speeding Tulip can destroy more things than a stifled shambler. Still, in this mission, her main job was to ensure the safety of the healthy civilians. Her control over cells were not so elite where she could reverse the process of necrosis, much less zombification. What would they do this time though? Were they going to go Rambo at everything they could attack? Hopefully not. Would they work as a team this time? Unlikely.