"Yeah? You want to attack me first?" There's a bit of an edge to her voice when she answers Tyl Regor, a challenging glint even she's a bit surprised by. It's strange, having something to fight for around here.

But he hasn't struck yet. Venus heaves a sigh, focusing her attention on Marina (or at least trying to, with Gundam's gesticulations and Tyl Regor's- well, everything). "Yeah. You got it in one. They're all radios, only-" She doesn't step away from the wall, but she does jerk a wing in Marina's general direction. "-those are tuned to the wrong station. Or, well. I guess the right one for you guys? The heroes taking the station back to what it was. Haha."

Yeah, forgive her if she's a little bitter. She's on edge and doesn't honestly think she'll be making it out of this just yet.

She finally turns to Gundam, ready to acknowledge his grandiose announcement - and frowns softly. "It's not the Hell we wanted. But it's as close as we can get around here. A station under our control... that's not so bad, is it?" A meaningless death, he proclaims, and she can't help but laugh softly as she thinks of it. That's what it's coming down to, isn't it? She's not letting go of the devil - of herself. And she's not letting go of the one thing she's managed to really offer anyone in this place.

And if she won't, well...

No time to think about that. She takes one step back towards the wall, wings beginning to fan out to block their vision of the thing inside it. "Sorry, Gundam." She doesn't look sorry at all - upset, maybe, a bit rueful, but not a single ounce of apology. "Think you can teach me some of your eyeliner tricks once I'm back?"

Her mind's set. All that's left is to watch for who strikes first.