"Naw, there's nothing to interrupt. Just someone tryin' to get a last-minute change on the agenda," Avis drawled at Idun and Jono, her eyes still trained on Striker's retreating back. Her jaw clenched once and then her hands drifted out of her pockets, relaxed and open again. Her eyes found their way off of her nemesis her green gaze and belatedly tracked over the faces of the other Councilor and the ex-Sentinel. Confusion banished her look of ire, and brows furrowed in concern as she peered at the distraught Talon.
"Um...Do you...Are you alright?"