She was pulled along by Alice for a short few steps, unsure of what to do. Luckily her friends released Odette's hand from her grasp. This allowed the young woman to rushed to her tent quickly and grab a few things she would need for some simple excavations of the Sphinx. If there was a Sphinx. The pit of her stomach boiled and something like anger, sadness, and fear mixed there. What if the sphinx was got? What if everything underneath was gone? The thought of loosing history again sent chills through her.
Approximately ten seconds later she was running after leggy Miss Catherine, who headed up their tiny team, and Alice who appeared to be having trouble running in her long skirts. Odette was rather out of shape, she had not done so much running around in a long time. Her legs burned and her lungs tried desperately for air. Catherine shouted for her to be quicker. Odette couldn't help but glare in a momentary lapse of civility. She had been born short, her legs could never dream to travel the length at which Catherine's did.
None the less she ran on like a trooper and when the reached the rest of the group, Odette leaned heavily against nearby a wall. She clutched her bag to her chest as she struggled for oxygen intake. She watched the commotion and only slightly heard what was said. She became alert when Luned announced that she might have a plan. She righted herself and fixed her clothing. Her hair was a wild mess. Somewhere along the way the ribbon which held it back had been tugged out by the wind, leaving it to hang loose once again. Sweat clung in droplets to her face.
There seemed to be a lot going on. She would never be an option for flirtation. She was much too awkward and just a little too Muslim looking to ever work on a German. But then, who really knew. There was no way she would ever offer herself up.
She glanced at Felix. He was right, of course. Though they were mostly blocked by the rioting crowd and the noise was absolutely deafening. Someone could still over hear them if they should wish.
Odette found herself thinking at plans. She found she was absolutely terrible at it. She held too much store in history and so came up with ideas, such as the Trojan horse. Trojan horse.... What if they could come up with something along the lines of a similar idea. Her mind worked furiously to put more relevancy on the old tale.