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She didn't recognize the call that went up. Not one bit. It didn't matter though, not to the Russian woman in the midst of internal conflict. She pushed herself up awkwardly onto three legs and hobbled there, a wave of annoyance going over her when she realised she was rather late. She arrived just in time to see Mahler rushing someone and she spotted Aure near them, rather close to what seemed to be almost guaranteed conflict. She hurried forward, stumbling a few times before basically saying fuck it and placing her injured leg down. She gasped and by the time she reached the woman her eyes were glazed with agony and stubborn determination. It was then she recognized the man and she felt a mix of anger and also sadness. She turned to Aure with a sympathetic gaze and said nothing though she was standing in a way that said she would intervene if she got any closer. She had no idea what was happening or what would happen but she knew if it were her lover and the father of her kids being chased away, she'd do something rash.