Camille was giving a nod of her head before she was making sure that she had her own knives on her and then her pistols. After that she was sliding out of the car and taking off for the building, avoiding a few of the men. Occasional she was wiping out a knife to take down a person, but for the most part they seemed preoccupied by that of Hunter. He was the bigger threat. Getting into the building she was looking around before whistling loudly, hopefully Airie was close enough to hear. The response was a masculine scream of pain it seemed, which had Camille running in that direction, shedding the sweater that she was wearing at the time. Sure she had a sports bra on under it but she had been out jogging and had just tossed on the sweater that had been in the car. Isaiah's sweater, but he would have to settle with Airie wearing it. She ran into a room and was giving a whistle when she saw the man on the ground, curled up in a ball. There was a lot of blood and Airie was standing in the corner of the room, bloody knife in hand. "Cami...." Airie whispered and Camille was hurrying over to her before giving her the sweater to put on. Thankfully it did cover up, falling to her thighs. Hey it was better than nothing. "Come on sweetie. Lets get out of here." Camille spoke and was leading her towards the door, not even phased by the few men that had come to try and stop them. Her eyes seemed to flash dangerously and without hesitation her gun was being pulled and the pair were getting bullets straight to the head. "Don't fuck with my family. As for you.... I'll leave you alive. You'll end up dying of bloodloss or you'll suffering for the rest of your life living as a eunuch. What you get for raping somebody." Camille spoke as she looked at the whimpering ball on the ground, before continuing on her path to get Airie out of there.