Ange hasn't taken her eyes off the Nightrender. She's definitely sweating and not just from the physical strain. She hasn't experienced the effects of those things on herself yet, but whatever it is can't be good. Through the corner of her eye she can see these people starting to get out. Good...! Progress!

Still, there must be something else they can do. Thinking, she mutters to herself.

"...a distraction. A distraction would be good"

Anything to get those magical horrors go in a different direction. Slowly, an idea came to mind -- an idea she's absolutely sure nobody else will like, but would at least buy them some time.

"Do you know where to lead these people?" she asks, not telling what she's planning.