Grouse Thicket thou bleeding piece of earth

Control. She needed to regain it, make things go her way. The other's words, Shalon's, were barely heard, but she shot her a glare, moving to shallow waters when she found her little rescue mission to be successful. She stood, taking a moment to regain her composure, before looking first at Shalon.  "Silence. Your brashness will be of no help." She shot her a gaze who's meaning she could interpret for herself, it was not hostile, but a warning, to be wary. She looked away, a moment later looking at Sargent. When she did, her gaze was sharp, firm, focused. For that was what she needed to be in this moment. 

Then he spoke, and she surveyed him. "You will tell me more than mere riddles. What makes you think that Nico needs you to live? And why should we defy his wish, which was to end you?" she asked. Her stance was not as rigid as she may have liked, her strength flagging from two rescue missions. She would truly appreciate it if he would stop drowning himself.