Flandre started from her spot to do just that, or make sure that the U-man's suit was ruptured to begin with when her sister grabbed her arm. She started to grumble and responded stiffly; she wasn't a child-

-but this was her sister.

Her knees relaxed enough for her to walk, and Flandre stepped a bit closer to her sister when she heard the rumbling of further conflicts, as if she could keep them away by standing next to her. Flandre wasn't terribly worried; the attackers this time didn't seem terribly...skilled. Whoever--or whatever--had kept Xavier from speaking to them hadn't materialized again.