So it appeared that the luchadora stable had finally united. Camila del Rosario Garcia crossed her hands over her chest as she began tapping her right index finger against her elbow while listening to the bickering among themselves. So far the most important pieces of the dialogues appeared to be whatever an Awakening was, and that no they didn't have any spare clothes. And that was when a giant hole appeared underneath her.

Acting in the most logical fashion, Camila del Rosario slammed her hands against her eyes as she began descending. "EEEEEEEEEEP!" Camila squealed out, as she fell into the abyss. Upon landing, Camila slowly moved her fingers away from her right eye, and began to assess where she was now. Apparently now it was some medieval styled hacienda which was owned by the one in blue. Camila removed her hands from her face, and moved them down to her side. After the dialogue of introductions were done by their hosts, who apparently had a new set of clothes, Camila placed her left hand on her hip as she spoke up.

"Camila del Rosario Garcia. Said this like, tons of times now. Uh, a few questions." Camila tilted her head as she stared at Delia. "Kaaaay sooo..." She placed her right hand on her hip as she leaned forward. "[b]Why didn'tcha do that when those shadowy rudos were attacking?![/b]" She huffed as she brought her hands up and crossed them on her chest. "I'd ask about, you know those things, but pretty sure you'd talk about them even if I didn't bring it up. So I'mma focus on the more important things." 

The girl stared around at the foilage on the ground, searching for some item in particular. "Is there tea at all? Isn't this more a picnic, because I don't see tea." As her search appeared fruitless, she glanced at the group and spoke again. "Now can we get the matter of clothes settled?"