Agent 3 watches the other rescuers go their separate ways into smaller groups with less chance of catastrophic chaos. She waits a moment longer before looking at a clock on the wall. Okay, ten minutes. They can stop trying to splat each other for ten minutes, right?

With the immediate danger subdued, she grabs her hat and tucks her tentacles beneath it, and then she peeks her head out the front door. She looks one way. She looks another. It looks like their neighbors aren't going to storm the place thinking a murder is going on. That is a plus.

3 returns inside and curls up on the couch, hugging her knees to her chest. She balls her fists tightly. Stupid, salty, squidiotic, noobish teammates who can't communicate or trust. Half-Bubbler or not, she put herself in the way of the water Lapis controlled. She could have been killed. And over something that can still be fixed! They just need to work together and know what everyone can do.

If they want to fight, play laser tag or Cerio Kart. Then move on, so that the rescuers can win and save the musicians. Pride and Virgo will have it easy if the rescuers take each other out. Don't they get that?