Iphie grimaced. That’s right, they were near Hollywood, not D.C. That was where she flew in to the United States. It made little difference though, despite it being one of her bigger slipups. 

“D’oh. Sorry, I meant Hollywood.” 

As she spoke, she eyed Gwen at the corner of her eye, picking up the Monokuma bear. Iphie knew nothing good would come of it, but she would, of course, not interfere. People already made enough comments, and hers would be redundant. Besides, it would be interesting if something happened to her.

“Perhaps they haven’t obtained the warrant yet,” mused Isis. “Even if they have no idea at this time, I think most of us have social lives. We would be noticed missing fairly quickly, and the last place we would have been at would be this school. And then, as I was saying, a SWAT team will roll in and steamroll everything. Naturally, since it’s American police, perhaps some of us might be killed in their hail of bullets, but that’s life.”