Silence, who's pacing around in an impotent, anxious rage, had noticed the people approaching. Her nearest clone turns her head to that—

"Lead woman arm raised, tense. Heart pounding. About to strike a blow on guardsmen at gate. We're under attack?" The last parts comes as a question. It's quiet obvious it should be Paracelsus, but... she worries about jumping the gun. But she urges Jackie to do something while she glowers here. She doesn't know if leaving the Asylum, even for a moment, to try to deal with this issue will count as a violation of the S-class truce on her behalf. She'll relay any new information or anything being said to any/all relevant parties.

Clones form all around the Asylum, ready for something to happen, but looking as casual as scary mist angels can be.