"Wicked is in no immediate danger, however if you feel it best to escort her to the jet, so be it." Wicked didn't shadow manip like Dorcas did so she wasn't going to be a target for the other person. At least according to Tenebrous.
Wicked frowned at Piotr though, crossing her arms over her chest and putting her half eaten sausage dog back down. "What the fuck man, trying to ditch me?" She growled and turned in a flick of black hair. Then her eyes came in to focus on the Inuit guy, who was now standing off to one side and holding what looked like a harpoon out of energy, aiming it at her. She took off running, ghosts springing up in her wake as she paniced. The girl started to duck between one of the opposite building's collonade, weaving between columns to keep from getting speared.