Lily sighed. "We really, really should have a talk with the two of them," she admitted. "We're all on the same team here, and I think we're letting our responsibilities and the severity of this mission affect us personally. I'm sure if we all sat down and talked out our issues, we could find a compromise and continue onward as a team."
She hesitated as the waiter filled her glass. "Could you, um, drink from that please?" she asked.
The waiter hesitated, but when she continued looking at him expectedly, took the glass and daintily sipped it.
"More. I'd like to see for sure that you drank some…"
He took a huge swig and handed it back to her. Lily tried to will herself to sip, but ultimately gave up and continued being thirsty. "What do you all think?" she asked the others. "Vergil's not talking to any of us, but it could just be stress. Besides, we have no idea what Voltaic did to them while they were being held prisoner. They did some pretty awful things to Axel and me..."
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A bird landed on Nairda’s head and tried to peck his brains out. Luckily his sensors warned him, and he woke up in time to save everything but a few chips off his skull.
He glanced at the streets. Activity. It probably wasn’t the best idea to go back to sleep. Instead he groggily stumbled into the airport, whose doors were now open.
He was starving, but he barely had enough to afford the plane ticket. He drank from a water fountain until his stomach hurt, just to distract himself from the hunger.
At the security checkpoint, the burly security guard asked for his ID. Nairda checked his back pocket and found it empty. “My passport! Where’s my passport?”
After a frantic search, he came up empty. “You don’t understand, it was just...I mean…”
They threw him out of the airport. “Can I at least have a refund?” he begged.
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The iguana stared suspiciously at the passport. “You’re Nairda Kibagami, huh?”
Flora beamed. “Yup! I came to this country for the dirt-cheap cosmetic surgeries. They were amazing!”
“It says here they you’re male,” he pointed out.
Flora dropped her pants and the embarrassed guard asked no further questions. Then she got could only walk a few feet before being immediately picked out of the line for yet another random body search.
“Look, she’s allowed to do shit like that, and then I get in trouble when I make a sex joke!” protested Foley, watching the scene from the gift shop. Emilena was ignoring him, and looking thoughtfully through a large selection of traveling trinkets. “What are you even looking at, anyway?”
“Like hell I’m getting on that flight without some sort of self-defense.” Emilena selected the largest sized toenail clippers they had. “This’ll do.”
Foley raised an eyebrow. “How is that a weapon?”
Emilena demonstrated by holding it like
this. “They let you take those on planes?” exclaimed Foley, wide-eyed.
“Yeah, and we’re going to miss ours if Flora can’t stop getting searched at every security checkpoint.” Emilena sighed as Flora finally rejoined them, purring.
“I think I’ve sobered up guys!” she announced. “I’m really, really sorry for how I behaved to you all.” Her face fell. “Especially you, Rio. You should ignore most everything I said; I...wasn’t thinking clearly.”
Emilena ignored her and directed them to their gate, which was boarding soon.
