It's really an interesting assortment, isn't it? Four people in the room, none of them human - okay, one of them is probably a human, but he yells loud enough that Venus is willing to count him out - and three of them intend to stop the fourth. Maybe in a different sort of place, they could all have worked together on this? Probably not. She's not going to try to kid herself on that one.

"Yeah. Don't worry, Marina, I get that much." It's not said quite hopelessly, but there's already a bit of resignation in it. "And- I guess not? I probably should have thought about the whole Evil Fourth Eye thing. Haha."

But it's Tyl Regor that really gets her attention. She's - a little intimidated by him, of course. Their meetings so far haven't been too bad, but he certainly seems ready to strike out now. Her shoulders tense; her knees bend, just a tiny bit, as she keeps herself ready to move with a moment's notice. And it's that last bit of aggression that pushes her over: them with their radios, and she as the devil.

It's a doomed battle, of course. Two can stand against the devil; what chance does she have against three?

"Are you sure she did all that?" She keeps her voice at least somewhat level, despite the clear tension in her back. "Do you really think the station will go back to normal if she's gone?" Because she sure doesn't. And judging from the way she's crossing her arms, she doesn't think his argument's very convincing.