Smug face it was indeed. With every swearword, every curse Mikoto's grin grew wider and more amused. It vanished though when her scroll announced a message. Unknown number, but it appeared it was somebody from 'her team'. [i]What? Where did they even get my number?[/i] She did not appreciate the headmaster giving out her number to strangers without her knowing. Well, at least the stranger was actually helpful unlike her present company.

She had a sickening pit in her stomach when Silme motioned for her to follow. "Who's [i]we[/i]?" she asked worriedly. Both of them getting the message at the same time on top? [i]Ancestors, have mercy. You mean to tell me we are on the same team? I want a refund![/i] she made a disgusted gesture, pulling away from Silme.

To say the mood on the airship was gloomy would be a monumental understatement. If she didn't sheath her weapons, her aura might have spontaneously set the dust off to create a personal rain cloud above her head. Airships were her personal hell. With wings that large, she had to keep them in the harness as not to take five spaces, or she had to stand the whole way. Hoping the trip would be short, she quickly visited the bathroom on the airport and swapped her coat for the battledress.

With her extra appendages finally free of abuse, she stood near one of the panoramic windows on the airship, at the very least enjoying the scenery outside, seemingly content with her and Silme leaving each other to their misery for the moment.

Her mood hit the rock bottom when Silme headed to the same prep room as herself, but skyrocketed shortly after the door opened. It took a moment to realize why that face and blue mane looked familiar. She was worried that the rest of the team would be similar to the git who brought her here, but alas, not the case. "Amari Cross? What are the odds!"