Nino grimaced, Alya, bless her heart, looked half-terrified, half-exhilarated, and quite like she wanted to race off after the (very) smug akuma that had nabbed the two blondest, richest kids in their class. That would have been difficult under the best of circumstances, given that they group had a decent, almost 20 minute, head start on them. Nino would like to add that the evil, evil looking harpy guarding the door did not add to his 'best case scenario' list. Created by the tall, terrifying akuma, the harpy she dubbed Minerva, seemed far to happy at the prospect of drawing blood from her quarry.

"Nino.." Alya hissed, trying not to garner their warden's attention, "Where do you think Ladybug and Cat Noir are? It's not like them to not be here already..." He gave her a look, "Who says they aren't dealing with the akuma as we speak?" Alya was surprisingly smug for a person in a potentially dangerous hostage situation. "The time frame, mostly. See, 'cause usually one or both have done something that disrupts the akuma; I'm fairly sure that hasn't happened yet."

She... she had a point, as loathe as he was to admit it, her superhero stalking came in kinda handy at times like this.

Alya felt perturbed. As Rena she could do something! If only Ladybug or Trixx were here... She could help- draw the akuma's attention while the school got away, or create illusions of Chloe and Adrien, the akuma's prey! She groaned, feeling restless, helpless, hopeless.

At the noise, the harpy perked and whirled around. Sanguine, raptor eyes peering around the room, analyzing its occupants, marking her targets.

Minerva moves quietly, menacingly towards a cowering Rose and Juleka. "My my," her voice is low too, smoky with a dangerous, predatory quality, "What pretty chickies you are, my dears..." And she doesn't get closer than three feet to the petrified girls when Alix, crazy, ballsy, brave, Alix throws herself off of her bookcase perch. With a squawk that Alya thinks she'll never forget, the harpy is unbalanced, and Max and Nathaniel are free to herd the girlfriends away from the, well, harpy.

That brave, stupid, courageous move wasn't without its own cost. Minerva dragged the pink haired girl to her, digging talons that just miss skin, and the bird-woman snarls, a nasty look on her face. Alya's heart leaps to her throat as Alix braces her forearms in front of her face, ducking her head, preparing for the worst.