Renée found herself fixated on the boy who'd manifested Ker.

The fear of death, unfortunately, was something she, unlike her Guest, was not used to-

And, for a moment, she froze. Not long- but long enough for Futaba's pained cry to reach her ears.

Precision work, then. Fine. She thrust her Persona in front of her like a shield, charging. Only at the last second did she drop it, instead dropping to swing her leg, throwing her body weight low, into the backs of Falcon's knees. Drop him, restrain him. She'd freeze him to the ground if she could.