"Looking good, Vi. Wait, just–" You hold out two hands as she grabs you by the neck and pins you against the wall an absolutely furious look her eyes, holding her fist up, prepared to throw a punch. "I don't want to hear another word out of your mouth." You manage to gasp up air, before whispering, "It's.. Vander." She pauses slightly, before her eyes narrow.

"I'm not falling for another one of your tricks." She slams her fist right next to your head. "He's, alive! And I have proof." Vi's eyes widen. "We both know that's bullshit."  A pink tear rolls down your face, an ovbious sign of shimmer in your system, clearly Vi notices.

She drops you, you hit your head on a crate, before falling to the ground and glaring up at her. "He needs our help." You manage shakily.