Need to go? Yes, the idea had crossed Sian's mind too. She stuck by Zabini as he backed away, her own wand at the ready in case of any more funny business, but before they could get very far... more of them? Singh-Phora, and... was that Primeaux?

...

"EXCUSE YOU."

Stand down? Under arrest? Jig's up? Quack? Sian Llewellyn did not think so. After briefly looking very much like aN AFFRONTED rabbit caught in the wandlight, once it started to become clear exactly what must have brought this on - aka someone had messed up, aka the situation was compromised, aka Sian had played her part perfectly while some fool of a toffee crisp somewhere had made a massive blunder - her expression cleared. It was fine, she could find a way out of this (if not literally, then in some other way, but literally was preferred) especially with Zabini at her side

(It really was a very nice arm.)

He was a quick thinker, very smart. They'd done well to get him on side, clearly. Sian kept close to him as the smoke grew thicker, sending off a couple of Incarcerous spells of her own (non-verbal, see, she could be subtle, she knew about this 'quiet' thing, thank you very much, Tamerlane), towards the last known locations of some of these troublemakers (Yassi, Skye), unaware of which other spells were flying and in which directions, as determined as she was to get free of this place to somewhere safe, somewhere she could assess what had happened, find whoever was still around to be found, and get word to Lucien.

The urge to hiss at Zabini that they needed to hurry was almost overwhelming, but Sian wouldn't be the one to render the smokescreen pointless. She was, of course, as quiet as a mouse.

Like always.