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While she hadn't left the meeting terribly long after Typhon had, there had been a couple of stops the general had had to make. First and for most, seeing that Natrolite had gotten home safely, then she'd had to check in on Jade, fill her in on the cliff notes version of what had transpired, before apologizing and having to rush out again. With everything this much in the air, the girls first priority was getting her house in order. Gathering up her agents, keeping them close, and keeping an eye out. Having them all in the same building helped with that immensely.

Typhon had seemed to have the strongest reaction to these latest turn of events, so it was the super she was going to have to keep her eye on. Oh her agents, he was the most likely to do something reckless and unfortunate in an emotional fit, and Porsha was not going to sit idly by and allow that.

Stopping outside his door, she paused to listen for a moment, but there wasn't anything to hear. She wasn't sure if that was troubling or not, but it need set the fighters nerves on edge as she lifted a hand and knocked, then just let herself in a handful of seconds after.

Please just be here. Don't be out doing anything stupid.

The sigh of relief the fighter released as her eyes landed on him was evident by the rise and fall of her chest, and the small, still worried little smile that curved along dark lips a second after. Oh thank god. If he was here she could keep him occupied, talk him down, keep him safe. The way he'd talked to Hessonite, the latter was a legitimate concern, though she imagined the general-queen had enough to deal with at the moment, and hunting down one foul-mouthed and insubordinate super wouldn't be high on her priority list.

All the same, Porsha wasn't taking any chances.

Crossing the room, the girl sank down on the futon beside him, throwing her legs over his lap and turning down the offered joint with a soft press of her hand over his to push it down. He always offered, more than generous, but she seldom accepted.

Instead she'd reach for the vodka before settling in against the back of the futon, cradling the bottle in her lap as she looked up at him. "That's a bit of an understatement."