Neo, Neo
They found her laid there, limp, injured and confused. Looking down on her, they couldn't believe she was the same woman who had killed countless soldiers single handedly, who had attempted to kill them multiple times, who had helped destroy their school and their lives. Here before them was Roman Torchwick's constant companion and Cinder's cohort. She'd had a nasty spill, but none knew just how or why, but now she was helpless before them, the former students of Beacon Academy.
A lopsided blonde shoved her way to the front, extending her remaining arm towards her, until the barrel of her shotgun-gauntlet was mere inches away from the woman's face. Yang expected a cocky smile, a glare, or some kind of defense, but was met only with a look of utter shock followed by fast-flowing tears. Yang hesitated. Maybe she shouldn't have, but only time could tell.
In that short pause, that moment of weakness, a scruffy, blonde young man rushed in between them, "Stop! Yang, what are you doing?"
"She did this! She was working with that bastard Torchwick and that bitch Cinder! If it weren't for her Beacon would still be standing! If it weren't for her none of this would've happened!"
"Yang, what are you talking about, she's just a scared woman!" He turned to the injured woman, "Do you have any idea what she's talking about?"
The woman sobbed uncontrollably, blinking tears away while her eyes were unable to decide whether to be brown or pink. After several still seconds of sobbing, she shook her head. Jaune waited, expecting her to say something.
"Don't bother, Jaune, she's mute or something. Besides that, she's also dangerous, and we should get rid of her."
"Yang, what are you saying? This isn't like you!"
"She could kill us all any second she wanted! She's probably hoping we'll patch her up first so she can kill us faster! We have to stop this now."
"No, I won't let anyone else die tonight!"
"She's a murderer!"
"She's just an innocent woman! Too many innocent people have already died tonight!"
"I won't let her hurt us!"
"I won't let you hurt her!" Their voices had gradually pitched to shrieks and screams. The murmuring of the crowd was gone, replaced only with terrified confusion. Jaune's voice dropped, his voice becoming hoarse "I won't let you hurt her…"
Yang clenched her remaining fist and grit her teeth, "This is a bad idea," Jaune didn't respond. Yang's Ember Celica closed up to the size of a bracelet, "I'm warning you, keep Neo the hell away from me."
The woman kept sobbing, her pink and brown hair becoming matted with tears and blood. "Ren, come give me a hand, we need to get her out of here," a black haired young man in green stepped out of the crowd, and the two hoisted the woman up, "It's okay now, you're going to be alright. Could you tell me who you are?" The woman shook her head, "Sorry, forgot that you can't speak. Use this," He handed the woman a compact pane of glass covered in breaks and cracks – his scroll. After a few hesitant key presses, there were only three short words on the screen: "I don't know."