Meryn stumbled towards the boiler, a cacophony of sound filling the room. Screeching, blaring, [i]piercing[/i] noise that was doing nothing for her nerves. Tripping to a stop before the glowing boiler, feeling the heat radiating off it in waves, Meryn spun around to face the gun pointed at her chest. Her eyes darted around, already trying to map routes out of this situation.

Then her guard, more frightened than she was, demanded she speak.

Her eyes widened. Meryn's gaze snapped across the room to Lily and Emma. When Lily's guard, the one in charge by the looks of it, suggested she just be shot, her breath stopped in her throat. Meryn looked back at her trembling guard. She raised her hands slowly, one palm open and splattered crimson, the other holding Spook's mask. Bringing her free hand to her throat, she tapped it a few times and shook her head. As she did this, she carefully leaned forward just a bit. Her weight shifted to the balls of her feet, her knees slightly bent. Just in case.

Meryn brought her hand down and pointed to her nametag, still pinned to her shirt. She parted her lips and tried to mimic the shapes mouths made when they said her name.