Sigma sighed. [b]"Serah, go ahead with her. I might catch with you later. I believe i can get more help."[/b] The stoic-faced pilot looked at both girls, before looking at the girl who was being approached by Ian. [i]Are they already wisening up?[/i] She pondered. Now how would she approach the possible fourth member of the alliance she was trying to brew. The strawberry alliance, it would be called.

Now, the trick was the approach. What would be the best way to do it? Well, of course by keeping act. She had seen those garish outfits in the assorted shows that the civilians kept themselves busy with. Some kind of performer. Well, that could be worked as an excuse...

Walking with brief steps, she then approached the girl and the loudmouth called Ian, choosing to tap the shoulder of the performer in question.

[b]"May I have a second with you? We've got a bad case of scenery panic... and you seem the type to be acknowledged with it."[/b]Sigma said, as she said the half truth to the girl.[b]"We'll be in the girls bath. Sorry for the disturbance."[/b] The clone soldier droned, without waiting for an answer, and then darted off hurriedly after Serah and Elora, creating a false sense of urgence to sell the act.