alerie was definitely subdued, and it looked as if the plan to stay together was already starting to go awry. No matter. If they had to fight, they would, whether Valerie wanted them to or not. She flung her back pack in the air and grabbed it with one hand, unzipping it and taking out the helmet. She clicked her heels together and the outfit materialized over her skin, and the helmet was now on.

Not good, she thought to herself, wincing at the pain from last night. This was destined not to go well, but relying on Danny and Misha wouldn't be right. She didn't want either of them to get hurt, and she'd brought this on herself for stupidly fighting Larxene in the first place. She looked over at Danny and saw that his eyes were glowing green, and while that rattled her, it didn't make her want to take her eyes off Dan.

"Let's do this," she muttered, bringing the ecto-gun up in front of her shakily.