Megan tries to keep her wings folded tightly against her back out in the rioting proper, but they're still very vulnerable; the tissue stretched over the veins within the frame of them is very thin and easily damaged. Out of immediate danger, they flicker behind her, not a gentle butterfly wafting but an anxious buzz like a bee or fly, but amplified given that they're fucking huge.

"I can take them somewhere else if they're okay to go," she says after a moment. "There's a couple people with spaces set up, 'cause like... the inns are all crowded or no one has any money and it's a big mess but like yeah if that would help I could do that and like I can bring people here like if you have the space and shit."

Megan's a teleporter, obviously, given her somewhat dramatic entrance; there is literally no quicker way to get someone from one part of Baedal to another. She doesn't even have to move them, supposing they've injured their spine or head.