Waiola frowned, not looking at Crystal. She felt embarrassed for some reason. She didn't say anything to anyone. Whirlwind frowned, looking from Waiola to Chiron. "I think we're all good in the health department." He replied quickly, walking passed the lesbians, the brawn, and his girlfriend. "But we do really need to figure out what's going to happen."

"Should we call the big shots, or just deal with it ourselves?" Bluebird asked, crossing her arms, her lower, nude-colored lip pursed forward in a pissed-off manner. Chiron looked to both Crystal and Waiola. "First, I wish to speak to both of these women, privately." He said. "Please, follow me?" He requested in a soft manner, gesturing down the hall. 

Waiola followed the alien man down the hallway, barely waiting up for Crystal. Chiron led them to an interrogation room, a room that had been used maybe once or twice during the time that Chiron had been stationed at the Cave. Upon entry, Chiron used his telekinesis to bring over three chairs, one on one side two on the other, to the table. "Will you take a seat, please?" He asked, sitting on the side that had one seat.