Met once again with the french guy's noncommutal attitide, Ezekiel suddenly felt compelled to become one of the sideline guys, those who do nothing in a group project, take credit if it succeeds, and if it fails accuse everybody of incompetence. He decided to hold off this change in strategy, glad to see that others also had an idea how to proceed.

He floated towards the shadow girl, feeling she may have inside information about this thing. [color=a0a0a0]"There is a list?"[/color] he asked in what he perceived to be a nonchalant way. Her chiding tone didn't bother him yet.