Winter should be expecting that from Lily, really. She's expressed those feelings before, in places Winter can hear and see. But to hear them like this, with something that looks a lot like Raye staring them down with a genuine-article Scissor Blade in hand, gives her a lot of pause. Her blood runs cold, even as she appreciates the sentiment ultimately behind the words.

Still, nothing's really changed. Lily's going to turn this imitation Raye into paste for making that threat, they're going to get the hell out of dodge, and hopefully things will be all right in the morning. Probably, on all counts. Mentally, Winter makes a note to apologize to her mother for what will likely be substantial damage to the room by the time all's said and done, while preparing herself for what's about to happen.

Aloud, Winter keeps it simple: "Burn in hell, specter. You're an insult to Raye's name." Holding her hands in her lap, her Love Heart Arrow falls into it, and she waits for someone to move, tensed to jet anywhere but where the shooting is. There won't be time to activate the Mirage, which means Lily can fly, but she can't. So she'll have to improvise.