"This is getting old." Elijah commented as his punch caused the attacker to stumble back and fall to the ground unconscious.
"I guess." Marianne muttered. "People are panicking and fighting against each other."
"Yeah…" Elijah turned to his right, his gaze moving up the building. "We arrived."
"That's the museum." She nodded.
"And you haven't said a word yet." Elijah scratched his chin. "Wasn't there something you wanted to ask?"
"I didn't want to disturb you while you ordered your minions around."
"You can tell, huh?"
"I could see them move at times." Marianne crossed her arms and turned in the opposite direction to face the path they had taken to get here. "Katherine and Léa are staying back. They probably wouldn't have noticed."
"Hm? Why should I care if they notice? It's only natural that I'll order them around, don't you think?"
Marianne turned to face him, staring him dead in the face.
"Despite the destruction, things have been pretty clean."
