Elywen darted a glance at En, the frown on her face deepening. She looked ready to speak, ready to lash out at the boy in some kind of spiteful tirade, but urgency changed her mind. She felt too exposed in the open like she was, despite being flanked by tall, concrete buildings. Her lips came to a close, pressed into her frown and she looked away.

"Alright, alright... Follow me..." She spoke, her voice low. Her feet, covered in a simple pair of worn shoes, perhaps one of the few pairs that existed within the city, broke into a brisk step. She clutched her zither to her side protectively, but keeping it in a place that would not hinder her step. Her voice flowed on as she walked, not turning around to see if Victor or En were behind her. "I don't normally like to show strangers my home, but I'll make it a refugee home if were talking about the government!" A small, nervous laugh fell from her mouth, interuppted by the bounce in her step.

She suddenly came to a halt, her breath caught in her throat. Her cerulean eyes laid upon several black-clad figures, men dressed the very same as the figures within the helicopter. Their backs were to them, apparently engaged in quiet conversation. The sound of helicopter blades still beat in the distance, and the only possible reason Elywen could think of was that the government had dispatched more than one copter to the city. She didn't waste another moment upon thought. She began to rapid backstep, her eyes fixated upon the men before her. They had yet to spot her and she intended with all the power she held to keep it that way.

(OOC: >< Excuse the shortness....)