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Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

It's speed will be hard to deal with but there are ways of handling it. Miia's webs can create snares and traps, Seive can use gusts of wind to off balance it, ect. And as you've seen they aren't really all that durable.

Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

Their connections aren't only limited to visual information, honestly the best bet for keeping it from being destroyed would have been to keep it on hand or have someone guard it. But it's fine really, it's not invincible or anything.

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Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

Mable looked on with blurry vision as someone came up to her and picked her up. "Ah... yes I'll have the usual, thanks..." She muttered, seemingly believing that Miia was her masseuse from back home. She was rather confused. "Hah... is this some new technique? I like it..." She said as Miia spun her body around and covered it in silk. Miia apologized, but Mable had fallen asleep, finding the cocoon quite comfortable.

Meanwhile, the last robot able to move sprinted from behind a wall in the far back, ignoring it's targets and quickly snatching up it's remaining immobile comrade. With a swipe of it's hand it cleaved off it's head, then launching the head and torso at Rafael and Sieve. A jolt of electricity ran through the MKIII, and it's entire body began to vibrate before it suddenly took off at nearly incomprehensible speeds. It moved like a blur across the room, picking up four of the HPRs. It then began firing them at targets at random, juggling them in order to fire them as quickly as possible without overheating them.

Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

The stripped robot saw It's target attempt to grab it's weapon, and unlike the first robot that had been too slow, they were just fast enough now to barely avoid such attacks. It leaped upwards nearly hitting the ceiling and fired a a ball of green plasma, aiming to hit past Rafael's shield. As it came coming down it attempted to send an axe kick to his head as well.

The MKIII that had been shot by Mable could do nothing to stop it's arm from being severed by Sieve. In a split second the robot decided that it was more of a burden than an asset and in a swift motion it drove it's remaining hand into it's face, destroying it's self. Once again the remaining robots had a jolt go through their glass faces.

Meanwhile the robot bashing on Illia's barrier was joined by another, apparently finding her ability particularly troubling. It was then that Aleksander sent a wave of smoldering fire over them. At first they did not react, believing that the fire could not reach a high enough temperature to damage them. However their sensors quickly told them they were in danger, and they decided to move. But right as they were about to jump back the left side of the shack tore open. In less than a blink of an eye and with the crack of the sound barrier being broken they were torn in half. Past them a wall had a hole torn through it, and pass that a smoking hole was formed in the wall, which somehow sealed it's self shut.

The object Miia had found was a handheld weapon, a railgun to be exact. It's trigger had locked into place as a red light blinked on the tip of it's barrel, rending it unable to be fired at the moment.

At the same time, the robot besides the one attacking Rafael seemed to vanish only to then appear right in front on Mable. The Valiant was far too awestruck by what had just happened to react to the now ridiculous speeds it was moving at. A metallic kick was sent into her gut, sending her smashing into the wall by the entrance. Nothing was broken, but she was dazed and clearly no longer in any condition to move on her own.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Kusari was startled awake by the sound of the alarm going off. She'd fallen asleep on a desk with her cheek flattened against a stack of papers. She quickly shoved the papers into the desk and grabbed a handgun she'd placed in one of it's drawers. She strapped a utility pouch that fit to the side of her hip, inside was her phone and more ammunition, strapped to it was also the axe she'd used back in Wisford. She'd fallen asleep in one of her red and black school uniforms, so she didn't feel the need to change. She could move around well enough in it.

Just then the door to her room swung open as the estate staff came to get her. Without a word she went with them. She was silent as she watched the door to the basement be sealed by one of the staff mages's strange power. She sat in a corner of the room, her right leg bouncing anxiously. She didn't want to think about what was happening too much, she didn't want to be distracted, to make a stupid mistake because she was too worried that Angel or Gregory could be dead already, that they could be attacked at any moment. Ah... too late. She shook her head, trying to focus on something productive. But she couldn't think of much, she wasn't a strategist. She didn't know this group that was attacking them and she couldn't formulate any plans. So for an agonizing hour and thirty minutes she just sat there, waiting.

When Aldrich arrived she jumped to her feet, prepared to fight if need be but there was no need. He laid out their next course of action, but she wasn't happy about it. "So we're just leaving Angel and Gregory... Are they really that dangerous?" Kusari let out a contemplative hum and looked to Emma. "Our past experience? I dunno Emma, if anything we seem to be pretty effective at the whole 'killing things' business." She let out a sigh. "Still, I'm not staying. If anything heading towards our only way out will increase our chances of running into those assholes."

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

[Kusari] [Sander] [Christmas]

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𝕊𝕦𝕟: 𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟚𝟝, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / ℤ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘'𝕤 𝔼𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 / / ~𝟙𝟝𝟘𝟘

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Kusari rolled herself down the hall of guestrooms in a wheelchair. Her right arm and leg were gone, having been severed the day before. She thought they would grow back more quickly than this, she knew it would take longer than her alternate limbs but this was a gross miscalculation. She struggled to keep her chair straight as she looked at the named plaques on the walls next to rooms. She stopped in front of the room with Christmas's name next to it. She leaned forward and knocked on the door. After waiting for a full minute no one answered.

"Of course." She grumbled and wheeled herself away from the door, continuing to the room beside it: a door with Sander's name on it. After knocking she leaned back and waited. She wasn't exactly thrilled to be visiting potentially both of them, she knew they didn't like her. You don't go out of your way to move out of a room you're sharing with someone for no good reason after all.

Around that time, Sander was relaxing on the couch with Christmas resting snugly on his lap, the PS vita cradled in the blond boy’s hands. A visual novel game about mecha pilots fighting in magicked robots scrolled through as text overlaid on a letterbox and various, repeating art pieces. Sander leaned his chin on the healer’s shoulder, occasionally, his eyes would flicker toward the screen and he would supply a choice where Christmas was taking too long to decide between too many options. But most of the time, Sander wasn’t paying much attention to the game. Christmas had been curious about the mansion, and Sander had been trying his best to answer the blond boy’s questions.

“Not sure where we are. But far from the city.”

“I saw a deer the other day, you know? Have you ever seen a deer? I thought they were all extinct.”

All of the sudden, though, Sander tensed up, frowning at the door like it was offending him. Slowly, he disentangled himself from Christmas, reassuring the boy with a quick peck on the lips before heading toward the door.

He already knew who knocked. What he didn’t prepare for though, was the sight of her in a wheelchair.

“Kusari?” -He raised an eyebrow, still keeping a hand on the doorhandle, as if ready to slam it shut any moment.

At the sound of their previous roommate's name, Christmas froze them scrambled backwards, dropping the Vita in his hurry to scoot towards the headboard of the bed and bundle the blankets around him like she was a monster he could avoid if he simply covered his head with the sheets.

Kusari's lips tightened as she saw Sander's face. How was she going to do this, be polite? Chopping off her other arm would be easier. "Yeah..." She looked past him to see a Christmas sized bundle of blankets on a bed. You've gotta be kidding me. It wasn't as if she was going to hurt him, he looked like a child hiding from the boogyman under his bed. "I need to speak to Christmas, could you let me in please?" She said, trying not to let her rough voice come off as abrasive.

"You can speak from here." -Sander frowned, speaking in a tone that brokered no argument. He opened the door a little wider, but moved to stand between Kusari and the bed -"I think Christmas can hear you just fine."

Kusari let out an internal sigh. This was going about as well as she thought it would. At least he hadn't slammed the door in her face, not yet anyway. She winced as she felt a sting of pain in her right arm, the one that wasn't there right now. She'd been feeling it a few times, this wasn't a pain she'd taken into consideration. Her amputated arm and leg weren't bleeding, but every now and then she could feel phantom pains. "S-sure... Hey Christmas, could you do me a favor? My um, right leg and arm aren't healing like they should, could you help me?"

The healer peeked out from underneath his blankets, wary until he confirmed that Kusari's arm and leg were, indeed, "not healing as they should." They were completely gone, for one thing, though he was grateful she hadn't arrived gushing blood from the stumps. The sight was grotesque, however, and he gulped in fear, trying to muster up the courage to do something about it beyond cowering in bed. It didn't help that this had interrupted his time with Sander and a nagging feeling behind all the initial panic and fear prodded him to sit back up slowly.

"Kn-knife...?" he asked, mostly at Sander. He was trying to avoid staring at the amputated stumps, because the sooner he could get through this, the less time he'd have to spend with Kusari, and the missing limbs were terrifying in their own ways--a reminder of what could have been and what still might be.

"There's no knife." -Sander simply shook his head, his frown deepened -"Why aren't your wounds healing?" -He directed the question at Kusari, along with a withering look.

As Christmas mentioned a knife Kusari reached into a pouch attached to the wheelchair. As she riffled through it Sander questioned her. "I don't know." She said, not looking to him. "I think it might be healing, just way too slowly. For all I know it could stop at some point." She pulled out a disposable syringe, an individually wrapped antiseptic wipe, and a band-aid. "You don't need a knife, we can use this. It shouldn't really hurt, it'll heal in no time."

At the sight of the needle, Christmas blanched, recalling the many, many needles that had been puncturing him repeatedly during the days they kept him at Washington, and then at a nearby town, healing all the injured while he lay strapped to a bed or similarly secured to a wheelchair. It had been for his own safety, in retrospect, to prevent any straying hands from pulling him away and out of the doctors' reaches, especially after the first time they had brought him into a room without bindings. Still, the sight wasn't pleasant and he breathed in quickly, hoping the moment would pass.

It always boiled down to one person's pain being less than another's.

With a quick look at Sander, then back down to the sheets, he fumbled at the rough bandages on his left arm, pulling up the sleeve to the elbow and reluctantly unwinding the mess Sander had made yesterday.

Memories of the puncture marks that littered Christmas’s arms and thighs surfaced, and Sander simply stared at the syringe, dark rage bubbling in his chest. Was that what they all said? Just a little puncture wound. It would heal in no time. But unlike her, Christmas’ body didn’t heal like that.

“No. Go away.” -He said to Kusari, voice cutting.

"I don't...don't mind..." Christmas mumbled from the bed, clutching at the segment of gauze in his hand and bracing himself for that now-familiar sting.

"I do." -Sander didn't turn to look at Christmas, but his voice shook -"Please."

But it was something Christmas had learned from days of the same types of people. They asked and asked until they got what they wanted--because it was true, after all, that their injuries were terrible. That they needed help immediately. That their loved one would soon die. The problems all melted into one large pit of anxiety for Christmas and the quickest resolution was always to oblige. They left faster when everything went their way. Especially with Kusari, with whom they'd have to share a general living space with, it wasn't a good solution to turn her away. She'd come back. Or, bully that she was, she'd remember it for another time. Another day.

Either train of thought sparked that coiling panic in his gut and he pawed at some of the newer punctures--the deeper ones where the nurses had been too tired, or stressed, or overworked, or uncaring that a subnatural suffered to notice they had pierced too far--that had yet to heal. The bandages fell off easily once the end binding had unraveled since Sander had never secured them piecemeal the night before. Small dots of blood broke through skin that had barely closed over, trickling downward only a millimeter before they disappeared into a fine, sparkling mist. It was slow to spread, but would soon reach the door not ten feet away.

"That's not up to you." Kusari said to Sander. She tried to keep her tone placid. Sander was still acting like a doting parent and she didn't like it. "If he really doesn't want to that's fine, I can deal with it. I just don't want to be crippled if something happens here..." She trailed off as she noticed Christmas's signature healing mist heading her way. "Ah,
thanks. Uh, hold on." She didn't see him use anything to cut himself. Looking closer it was evident that he already had wounds on his arm. "Are you still hurt from D.C?" She asked.

He blinked at the mention of D.C., hiding back under the covers again, but leaving enough of a gap in the blankets for the mist to continue spreading. By the time it reached Kusari, it had filled up almost half the room and already her limbs were starting to regenerate, though progress was initially slow.

"You got what you want." -Sander was quick to notice the healing growth. He placed his hand back on the door knob -"Leave."

Kusari noticed her limbs begin to regenerate, albeit slowly at first. It seemed Christmas was trying to go back to playing fort, and Sander wanted her out. "Wait, I'm serious. Wasn't he alright when he left with you? She asked Sander.

"So? You don't really care."

"Stop assuming things about me and answer my question, what happened to him?" Kusari asked again, her tone still somehow remaining calm. The healing was picking up speed the longer she remained in the mist and her limbs, coupled with her natural regenerative abilities, were almost halfway reformed, muscle and bone drawing forth as if from thin air, ligaments and tendons fastening fibers of red and pink in place.

“He used his power.” -The answer was curt, and Sander still looked like he expected Kusari to leave soon, ready to close the door any moment.

Sander's answer wasn't enough and he knew it, he was clearly being spiteful. She looked down and saw that her arm and leg's recovery was quickening. Pretty soon she could leave, but not yet. She glared at Sander before looking past him to Christmas. "Christmas, what did they do to you? You don't have to be afraid of me alright? I'm not going to hurt you, any of you."

There was no response from the mound of blankets, but Christmas peeked out briefly to see if her limbs were fixed, sorely regretting the sight of the half-healed arm and leg. He ducked back under the comforter, making a noise between "um" and a soft "augh," torn between explaining and just waiting for the terrible dismemberment to heal. He had no idea what had happened, but if it was from the fiasco he half-remembered, at least he was making sure she recovered. It was less from concern and more from anticipation that she'd leave soon--really soon if he had guessed the progress of the limbs correctly.

"He has to bleed to use his power. You know this." -Sander sighed -"Are you done?"

"No, I'm not." Kusari said. She was starting to see what the picture was. Once again they'd used Christmas like an inhuman healing station. She understood the need for his help, but the fact that they had left his arm so damaged made it clear how little they really cared about him. She looked at the syringe in her lap, she couldn't imagine how many times he must have been poked. "I'm sorry Christmas, I know this isn't easy for you. Just... You just need to know that I appreciate you, alright? I'm not going to treat you like an inhuman tool like they do." Her limbs were nearly healed by now, she felt a pang of joy upon seeing that she'd have her normal hand back.

Sander only snorted at Kusari's words, tapping his fingers on the door impatiently as the final touches of skin and nails formed at rapid speeds, finishing off with little fanfare. Some seconds later, Christmas peeked out again, dissipating the healing mist when he noticed Kusari seemed whole again and nothing else required healing. If he'd heard what she said, he didn't show it, choosing instead to duck back under the blanket.

Kusari didn't really know what to say, now that her limbs were back to normal it seemed they both just wanted her to leave. It wasn't as if she wanted them to hate her. Sander still pissed her off, and Christmas's cowardly behavior still annoyed her, but she wasn't going anywhere. They were all stuck together, and having her allies hate her wasn't going to make things easy. But she supposed she deserved it, like she always did. She stood to her feet, wiggling her right foot's toes. It felt a little odd being properly balanced again.

"I guess you won't be forgiving me anytime soon..." She let out a sigh and shrugged her shoulders. "Look,
if you're ever in danger, don't be too scared to ask for my help if Sander isn't there, alright?"

"You don't really want to offer that, Kusari."

Kusari looked towards Christmas, waiting for him to say something, but he remained silent. She wondered if he would ever grow any semblance of a backbone. "You don't know a damn thing about what I want Sander." She turned her eyes to Sander. "It seems to me that you just don't want anyone else protecting him. Do you think you can keep him safe by yourself?"

"It's not a matter if I can or not." -Sander crossed his arms -"I don't believe you. I don't believe that you genuinely care about Christmas. So don't pretend. Leave us alone."

Kusari narrowed her eyes at Sander. "And how do you know I don't care about him? Do you even know what you're saying?" She asked, her voice was calm but it was clear she was holding back from yelling.

"You showed it so well."

"Stop it." She spoke through grit teeth, her hands clenched into fists. "I was desperate, pissed off,
that doesn't mean I don't care. Don't you dare try to tell me how I feel. You two just ran off and left me alone, you didn't even attempt to talk to me. That was cowardly."

"I don't want to. For perfectly good reasons. You threatened us."

Things were sounding like a repeat of the night that had caused Sander to suggest leaving in the first place and Christmas pulled back the corners of the sheets, wishing Kusari had just left instead of beginning the brewing fight. Sander and Kusari didn't see eye to eye, that much was clear. Wasn't it enough to just be cordial? When Sander brought up the exact details of the old argument, he finally found the strength in nervous panic to speak.

"O-okay," he finally agreed to a comment that had long passed. "If...S-Sander isn't...isn't near. J-just...I'm...I'm--uh--t-tired r-right now?" The thoughts didn't really connect and it all sounded a lot more coherent in his head, but really, he just wanted to be back in Sander's lap and far away from the tension mounting in the room.

Why couldn't they just forgive her? Christmas forgave Sander, someone that actually did hurt him. Judging my how much time they were spending together she assumed he'd done more than forgive him in fact. What made her so much worse? It took her a moment to realize what Christmas was trying to say, as usual he was acting as if he had a damn speech impediment. She got the point, he just wanted her to leave already.

"Fine." Kusari turned around and folded up the wheelchair. "I'll... I'll stay out of your way." She said, heading for the way out.

"Goodbye." -Sander closed the door with little hesitation, then locked it quickly. However, he remained standing there until Kusari's scent finally faded.

Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

Mable let out a disgusted yelp as she saw Rafael spawn two horrifying creatures from his body. If this weren't a life and death situation she might have hurled. Meanwhile, the robots had several things to react to. Sieve appeared to be a low priority target at the moment, he was difficult to hit but his offensive capabilities weren't as high as the target that had created additional foes for them. The three robots in the far back of the room all focused on the two dogs, their head snapping on target. They quickly aimed at the dog on the ground and fired. They did not all shoot in the same place, but instead shot in different locations, giving the dog no feasible way of avoiding the shot without the plasma being blocked, the dog moving at the speed of sound. They then aimed at the second dog, and fired in the same way. They did this in one second, showing that they were not firing in three second intervals because they had no choice. Their guns visibly smoked from their barrels, indicating that the guns were heating up.

The robot in the shed was unable to react quickly enough to avoid being grabbed by Rafael, and it's head shattered upon being slammed into a wall. The robot stopped moving, and at the same moment the rest of it's squad had a visible jolt go across their blank faces. At this point Illia had stepped into the middle of the field and created a barrier. The three robots in the far back all fired at once, their guns having cooled by now. Realizing shooting the barrier may be futile, the robot on the right (looking from the entrance) dashed straight for Illia and began bashing the barrier with it's titanium hands. The two others near it focused their fire on Rafael, with the striped robot moving to flank him from the right side of the room.

The two robots on the left side focused on the rest, firing at anyone that dared to peek out of cover. At this time Miia called out to everyone, revealing what information she had. There wasn't much they could do to stop the robots from getting stronger, but at least they could prepare for it now.

Mable leaped for the HPR that the defeated robot had dropped, just barely missing a plasma bolt as she scrambled back into cover. She didn't quite know how it worked, but it had a trigger, so it didn't seem all that different from how a normal gun worked. The robot on the far left jumped up on the wall to gain a sight on them, Mable let out a yelp and fired three shots at the robot. One of the shots hit it's torso, causing it to fall backwards. It was still able to move, but it's movements were sluggish as it got to it's feet. Mable almost moved to hit it while it was down, however she dropped the gun as it heated up, turning red from the heat of three consecutive shots.

Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

Mable blinked in surprise as multiple scrolls materialized in front of Miia. The thought of anyone seeing hers made her a little uneasy, she didn't want these people to hate her just because of the way she was born, not like on her home planet. Before she could subtly attempt to pick out her scroll, the plague doctor jumped onto the pile. She was nervous at first, but it seemed he was only looking for his own. If he had a secret to hide, he wasn't doing a very good job at making sure no one knew. Once he ran off with his own scroll Mable picked out her own and read it. She let out a sigh of relief, it didn't have any of the information she was worried about. "My measurements are in here, my fans would love to get a hold of this." She said, walking over to the box and tossing it inside. She then looked over to the lizard and Illia, they needed materials for shelters?

She carried the box over to them and opened it, then dumping out the disassembled bleachers. All together it weighed around three tons. "Illia, do you think you could shape this like you did the dirt? If it's too hard we'll have to find a way to heat it up, but I'm sure that won't be too tough." She said with a reassuring smile. "We're about to head back into the cave by the way, I guess you can come with us or work on this." Mable said. She moved back towards the cave entrance and up to Miia. She had gotten a bit excited when she learned of the girl's ability, but she hadn't quite taken into consideration her survivability. "You can stay back if you really don't want to go in. I'm not going to force you or anything." They'd handled the first challenge just fine, she figured the next wouldn't be so difficult.

She turned to the rest of the group. "I think everyone else is ready to go in, right?" She asked, but didn't wait for an answer as she was already heading inside the cave, having picked up the limitless box and walked off. The path looked much the same as last time, however once she reached the end of the path and the wall raised into the ceiling she saw that the scenery was different. The mishmashed sports field had been replaced with what looked like a training field. There were multiple brick walls around the room, each of them five feet tall. Barrels were placed around the room, as well as a few boxes. There were also a few large rocks in the room, at least four feet tall. To their right was a stone building twelve feet tall and thirty feet wide. A simple wooden door appeared to be the only way inside. It seemed the plague doctor had the right idea, somehow the entire room had shifted. Once everyone had entered the room the wall closed as it had before. Static suddenly came from a speaker, and the same androgynous voice spoke.

"This is a recording. Your next challenge will be a test of your wits and strength. Here in this room you will face six opponents, the rules are simple, either destroy or incapacitate all of your enemies. That is-"

"What, no bonus prize?" Mable interjected.

"That is all... there will be no bonus prize." The voice responded.

"Wait, this isn't a recording, is it?" She asked, feeling the last bit had been tacked on. After a few moments of silence a horn blared, signaling the start of the game. "Oh of course, if you hate your job you should quit!"

From various points in the room a hole opened, and from them robotic humanoids emerged. They were covered in thin metallic plating, and had blank glass faces. In their hands they each held what looked like a rifle, though of advanced design. In the far back of the room, behind two of the robots a sixth robot emerged. It looked similar to the others, only it's armor had red stripes along the arms and legs. The face of the striped robot lit up with a red light, and right afterwards the remaining five robot's faces lit up with a green light. They lifted their weapons and took aim at Mable and the others.

"Whoa! Take cover!" She screamed, dropping the box and diving for the wall in front of them just as a red plasma bolt was fired her way. The robots began taking more shots at them, firing in intervals of three seconds. As the plasma hit the stone wall it left a scorching mark, and with repeated strikes would likely begin to melt.

(OOC Note: The blue squares on the map are the placements of the robots, with the far back one being the striped robot.)

Blue Fog - A Survival and Society Building Game

Mable had her head firmly resting in her hand as she hummed, deep in thought. It looked like they had not one but two soldiers from modern times, (at least from her view) eager to complete a mission and little else. They would be useful in the cave at least, she wasn't sure how much they could bring to the table otherwise. The man covered in chitin armor could basically be a swiss army knife for them, but he was apparently too stubborn to do simple tasks.

The lizard seemed like an idiot, but he did look strong, and he could dig pretty well. She raised her head and looked at the man in the plague doctor uniform. She had no clue about him, but he did manage to handle himself fairly well in the cave. "I'll come back to that one..." She whispered to herself.

She looked to Illia, who had just finished tasting the water from their new river. With her ability construction would be a breeze. She then looked to Septim. He seemed to be experienced, at least when it came to combat. He likely had some survival experience as well. But what exactly could she bring to the table? Well, she'd think about that later.

It was then that the spider girl spoke up. Even after she'd finished speaking Mable had to take a moment to process her name. She repeated it in her head until she felt it stuck. Aside from that her ability lit a spark in Mable, the fact about the linebackers possibly being diseased didn't seem to worry her. She jumped up and hurried over to her. "Whoa whoa, that's super useful! We don't know anything about this place, if you can do that isn't it really amazing?" She beamed at Evfimiia as if she were star struck. "We need to go back down there as soon as possible, having you there would mean we won't be going in completely blind."