Night passed slowly for Maisy, trying her best to fall asleep beside her racked nerves and the sewn on textile eyes of Jack Atlas judging her. She was almost certain that due to their little attempt at mystery solving, Transformer was going to break in with security to bend her into a pretzel for violating rules. And they'd probably take her pillow...or something. AND THAT WAS EVEN WORSE! Literally unable to push out the thoughts of impossibly flexible anatomy, Maisy got maybe 2 hours of sleep that night and woke up feeling like death. Not in the Andre kind of way, the "physically dying of exhaustion" kind of way. Having little time or want of coffee because she was an idiot like that, the normally peppy nosy Maisy was subjected to a morning of lessons napping behind her notebook. Unless Transformer was there in which case she'd be sweating profusely and breaking into cold sweats all class. Subtle Maisy. Real subtle.

Surviving almost getting her hat getting lit on fire from Melchior's attempt at "Overlaying" chemical compounds to make Methanol, she finally reached out in desperation to the darkest of gods that plagued adults: Coffee. Hesitantly taking a sip, the nosy-girl's eyes shot wide open and the bags under her eyes seemed to recede just a bit, before she slammed her fist on the lunch table and chugged the whole thing. Potential burns aside, it felt good to stay awake, even if she was jittery from having assumed that there wasn't THAT much sugar in those packets.

Turns out there was. And she had three. Besides jittering like she was about to Accel Synchro beyond this reality, Maisy was back to being a fully functioning member of the Dueltectives (Trademarked). [color=BC8F8F][b]"I think its magic. Or something. I mean, how else do you explain Steel's entourage just up and collapsing. Dramatic effect? Because if so, I mean, if I had a rose I'd have thrown it, but it looked like it hurt for real. Also maaaaaaaaaan, Haas, why are you eating so slooooow?"[/b][/color] she asked, having already speared her meatballs faster than an Anteatereatingant eating anteaterseatingants. Her plate was spotless, and her cup was empty. [color=BC8F8F][b]"Also also, what're we going to do about freaky fish-guy? We really gonna deal with Steel? And rhyme while doing crimes?"[/b][/color] she asked silently whispering the second and third bit as she wiped her mouth so fast that you swear that napkin should have been lit on fire from the friction. Since Maisy was currently operating on a caffeine high, she paid full attention to the duel at hand as well as the conversation, having never really seen Symphonic Warriors in action. Or a bowl cut that dangerously close to a non-fictional character.