Mostly she's just real angry but sure there can be a bit of that why not.

"Let her go."

There's really nothing Chelsea can say that will help this situation. Maybe Glory Girl should be less angry than that.

"STOP FUCKING WITH MY EMOTIONS BITCH!" She punches her hand through the headrest next to Chelsea.

That is NOT the way to get Chelsea to stop fucking with her emotions. Does she need to be Glory Girl's sister too, she can do that.

Glory Girl clenches her fist it hard enough to turn her knuckles white before freezing up completely.

Chelsea hides pathetically in Panacea's embrace.

"You - I -" 

She slides off the hood of the car and looks down at her hands...

...and flies away.

"Any guesses how she found us?"

"Um."

Does opening the side door and vomiting onto the road count as a response.

No, but moving on won't help till they know more about the tracking mechanism anyway, so Chelsea waits.

The world's off-kilter, attempting to spin around two different centers at once and it's nonsensical and dizzying and she can't tell where to look to make it make sense. She'd forgotten Victoria for hours, as impossible as that should be. Her instinct when she panics like is to focus on Victoria and lean on her for support and then it would all be fine because Victoria would always be there for her. But now there are two people to grasp onto for support and they are heading in separate directions and it's pulling Panacea apart. 

Hand on her shoulder?

She takes this as a cue to lean on Chelsea.

Snuggles.

"My mom might have planted a tracker in my robe."

"Oh no. Something we could find and destroy, or would it be too small - or a few of them -"

"Don't know."

"...okay. I'm going to find a store and get us some clothes and we should swap cars too, she's seen this one." She pulls out her own phone, which she is mostly pretty sure Mannequin didn't stick a tracker into. Locates a K-mart.

Nod.

She drives to the K-mart. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Can't think of anything."

"If you do think of anything tell me, of course."

She parks at the K-mart. "I shouldn't be long."

It is the work of only a few minutes to come out with a few fresh changes of clothes for the three of them and convince a very embarrassed fellow customer that they have Chelsea's keys and vice-versa. New car. New outfits. Off they go.

Panacea is more subdued than she was earlier.