Letha & Stacey & Open
The time it had taken for Marco to finish with Rose seemed like nothing, and there was still enough chaos happening that he was sure more people were going to be hurt. He needed to get back to the station, but only after her found his sister. The worrisome part was that there was blood mixing with Letha's scent now, it wasn't her blood, but that didn't mean she wasn't hurt. Her scent had been close and though it had been muddled; Marco knew he could track her down in his sleep while drugged if necessary.
Another ten minutes or so passed before he followed the scent of not just Letha, but something salty that stuck to the back of his throat mixed with a warmth he couldn't quite figure out, into a tent. "Letha?" Marco called out, hoping that his senses were right and that she happened to be there hiding with maybe one other none-human. None-humans he could trust right now, they hadn't been the ones with guns shooting into crowds for some still unknown reason. "Letha?!" He called out again a little more frustrated this time, why the hell hadn't she just stayed in their home?