Better not linger in her starting place too much longer. Yellow's faster than her and may have already come home to a wreck. Thorn might have a habit of checking up on the place, even, just in case. She's invisible, inaudible, unsmellable - that won't help if he sends someone thorough. Or comes in person.
She sets out.
She's been flying for about thirty minutes after her shopping trip when she falls through a tear and squeaks inaudibly and lands in the middle of -
"Once I've spent enough time looking at you near-instant. Enough time is about fifteen minutes. If you suddenly lunge at me in that time I can drop you in a black hole unless the Siberian decides to save you too. ...There really, really need to not be any evil clones of me, that would be so bad."
Noelle is surprisingly unconcerned at the casual mention of being dropped in a black hole.
Promise glances at the still, evil clones. "...So, these clones are evil, but not currently dangerous. How evil are they? In what way? ...I'm not sure that counts as evil," she adds, gesturing at the ones who are frozen mid-softcore-pornography.
"That's...I don't even know what's up with that. Normally they just go try to kill people. The originals if they can, if not then anyone the original knows, and they say they want to destroy everything else. But my, my friends have always managed to kill them first early on. Before."
"Well, these ones aren't going to kill anyone or destroy anything, and I'm not sure anyone should kill and/or destroy them unless they're the sort of evil that prefers suicide to living in a constant state of thwart." She turns to the clones. "You may speak. ...And you two may step back from each other and if you don't I will be in a much more awkward frame of mind when deciding what to do with you."
One of the Amies decides to speak. "Evil? We're nothing they aren't. That one, the waste of air, she's let more people die than we ever have and she's wanted to kill more. You know that as well as anyone. Look at her now, she's healing someone and crying about it."
"If you're trying to make the case that you aren't evil, just obnoxious, you're making decent progress. I could demand your best estimate for how many people would have died if I hadn't made you undo whatever nastiness you concocted, but I think I'll refrain."
They don't volunteer the information. And their contempt for Promise for not even being able to hate them properly isn't visible at all, thanks to the orders.
"Panacea, if you can just get him stabilized I'll be able to do the rest soon, if you aren't in a condition to want to heal."
"NO! You were doing so well!"
"We, uh, wanted to know what you meant about Leviathan being dead so we went to that town and asked and called our family," says Victoria, oddly subdued. "And - and some of them were dead. And we wanted to be home."
Promise looks at Assault. She looks at Miss No over there. This could be sort of boring for the interval.
The Protectorate people are more concerned with Bonesaw and the Siberian. "How secure is that box? The Siberian could kill us all in a heartbeat if she got out, and we don't know how she got in. And this is the middle of a hospital." The Siberian snarls at them.
"I don't know how she got in either, but if they move significantly in any direction - or if any person or solid object gets in there with them - they will fall into the same black hole that is presumably crushing Bonesaw's now departed legs. I couldn't tell you if they have a long term plan that isn't floating there, and fifteen minutes ago I didn't even know the Siberian could float, but that certainly looks like what they're doing and unless someone knows what their names are this is the best I can do. Unless this looks urgent enough that I should start actively guessing and probably coming up with a dozen other people's names before I land on the right ones."
"For them it might well be worth it. Any twelve people would probably take that trade. But urgent, it doesn't look urgent, no."
"Then for the next ten minutes or so that's my bag of tricks out. Unless, hm, Clone Amies, could you kill Bonesaw and the Siberian without collateral damage from outside their box?"
"I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker. That's the Siberian. She doesn't even have a biology, she's practically the only person on this planet I can't kill."
"...And if you just kill Bonesaw, the Siberian has no particular reason to continue floating in that box instead of killing you all and inconveniencing me. Right. Thank you for your professional assessment. You should really pick nicknames. Panacea, is that one on the ground over there dead or not, I think I saw her breathe."
"She could have killed her, it's not like the clone wasn't trying to kill both of them, but at least she used her power as a weapon. I think we would have made some more progress if you hadn't messed everything up."
"My plain speaking must be glitching, it sounded like you were referring to the concept of 'progress' but that makes no sense. Anyway, yes please, I'd rather not be surprised."
The clone breathes and stands and says "...Oh, it's you."
The more talkative of the heroes, someone in a white robe, asks Noelle, "If they're set free, are they likely to threaten more people?" And when she confirms it, "we can't exactly arrest them. Half of them haven't done anything serious at all. Promise, we might just have to trust your orders on this one."