"They'd've killed me. Or worse, with the biotinker."

"Oh... that sounds horrible."

"It was awful."

"I'm glad you got out."

"Yeah. But I can't go home. Home's gone. So I have to make a new home that can stand up to everybody wanting me dead or Birdcaged forever."

Nod nod.

So, Chelsea was in the Slaughterhouse Nine, under duress but still enough of a member that she thinks people will Birdcage or kill her. Can Panacea look past that? 

...Apparently yes, very easily. Maybe this says something bad about her but that's much better than it pushing her apart from Chelsea.

Honestly Chelsea was expecting her to need help with that but seems like she's fine! Yay!

Well, really Chelsea did help. By being so extremely good and perfect.

After another hour of driving Chelsea senses an extremely angry emotional signature approaching from the direction of Brockton Bay, fast.

"- somebody's homing in on us. Fast."

"How? Who?"

"I'm not sure who, I don't recognize them, but they must have a Mover power."

"What should I do?" Panacea has basically never been a fight.

"Try not to let them kill me, I guess. I'm not really a tactics and combat person."

"Me either..." She helped heal and deal with the aftermath for people who were good at fighting like her -

"It's not anyone from the Nine, so whoever they are, they probably don't want to hurt you."

- sister.

Chelsea brakes. They're clearly going to have to have a confrontation right here right now, she can't out-drive Glory Girl.

Does she have to un-sister them. She'd rather not but she does not want to die here.

Glory Girl scans the windows of the vehicles around her, finding the right one, and then runs directly at it, using her flight to push herself faster.

Chelsea unbuckles herself so she can fling herself into Panacea's arms.

Glory Girl lands on the hood of the car, denting it. She swings her arm to grab at Chelsea, shattering the windshield in the process.

"Vicky!"

Glory Girl's feelings are slippery but maybe she should be scared of hurting her siSTER!