"Ronan?" Alison finally spoke. He was halfway toward the locker rooms with the teenager over his shoulder. Diana looked both terrified and enraged. Hah. A girl after her own heart. The kid had spunk, at least. She awaited Mars' response (both to using his first name and to interrupting at all) while witnessing Silver's shot to the back of his head. Yeah. "You're both wrong!" if it was any consolation. Probably not. They were sparring out some epic battle that she was now no part of.
Her feet were firmly planted, however. She knew when it was a good time to piss of a 'superior' and when it wasn't. Sigh. Well, he looked pissed beyond reason. And not the good kind. She didn't speak again. But she had a good scream ready in her throat if either of them needed a good knocking down.