… So The Presence was not actually going to give them their instructions until they were actually on-site. What a perfect set-up for messing things up for all of them. Metallia frowned, walking along with the rest intentionally hiding her eyes a bit under her cap. This did not feel comfortable in the slightest, as Metallia liked having her plans outlined in meticulous detail and to be as prepared as possible beforehand. If she actually knew what she would be doing, she could have constructed items beforehand which would enable her to complete her assigned tasks more effectively. This… was annoying her. As it was, The Presence could just ditch them all at any time, and they’d have no chance…

[color=#afc7b5]‘…’[/color] Still. Money was never Metallia’s goal, but she had to admit that having that much money would smooth out the process of obtaining the resources she needed to complete more important objectives. It wasn’t an unappealing prospect, so to say. 

… He tells them not to show off their abilities… but as it is, Metallia cannot do anything anyways. Walking there, she was just an ordinary girl. 

[color=#afc7b5]‘… Without my constructions, I am without means to accomplish my goals.’[/color] Metallia mentioned to the others. [color=#afc7b5]‘So if conflict breaks out close to me before I am given the go to summon them, I may be in need of physical protection. I will obviously avoid such an occurrence if possible, but I say this to spread awareness of my situation.’[/color] Her constructions were in a garage near the bank which she had claimed, in addition to her chair. She could summon her chair on its own to make herself capable, too, and due to its flight that would take only a couple of seconds. 

… If her robots were ever to be called out of the garage, any semblance of stealth would be gone. Unless, of course, they were used as a distraction, since Metallia could control them unnoticeably from a distance. That was a possibility, she assumed. … Shrug. She started focusing more on just getting through the crowd of costumed people.

[color=#afc7b5]‘… Tsk. ’[/color] She made an annoyed sound. If she had known there was a festival, then she could have reconstructed her chair to resemble some fictional character’s legs or seat and seem reasonably inconspicuous. … Nothing she could do about that, now. She kept walking, hands in her jacket-pockets, one hand grasping her head-piece which could be used to summon her devices…