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Leila found herself increasingly not certain what to do as conflict and tension escalated in the scene. Several times she winced at the phrases being tossed around in their conversation, prepared for punches to start to be thrown after the end of every sentence.

The worst part was that she had absolutely no clue what was going on. Truth be told, she never did - not a chance in this land that supplied limitless quantities of madness and irrationality - yet this scenario was only too puzzling.

She almost felt that feeling return for a moment. That feeling she would feel long ago whenever she walked into a place with too many people, or onto the bustling streets. The feeling when everything to do she could conceive of was wrong in at least one way.

Should she try to stop them before things spiral out of control? [i]Were[i] things going to spiral out of control? She wouldn’t have the courage either. Even if she did stop them - for what will it be? Just...just [i]what is all this?[/i]

As Ace Jasper and Inadi were deep involved in debate with the others at the table, Leila sunk as far back into her seat as possible, nervously sipping on her glass of...some kind of beverage. The stress of the atmosphere was upsetting and she wondered if it would be okay to leave for a while - that they just encountered a humongous life-devouring monster would serve as an acceptable excuse -

“...Gary hitting [i]some philosophy-blithering dude[i] with her pole -”

And then that sentence landed and it was enough for Leila’s just barely controlled emotions to decide that it had gone that bit too far. A twitch was visible in her expressions, which now shifted from one of slight discomfort to a stressful glare of anger of which all she could do was to direct it at the tablecloth in front of her. She felt her hands start shivering.

She took a few deep breaths to regain her calm. [i]It won’t make anything better[/i] was the reason her rationality used to push the growling anger back into somewhere hidden - still the unsettlement on her now paler than usual face was unmistakable.

Inadi kept rambling on with aggressive responses at the Hooded Figures, as well as the few familiar nobodies she also recognized. Their presence caused much of the conflict and confusion she was experiencing - and Inadi’s hostile remarks weren’t making it better for her.

“Inadi wait -”

She started off with a voice to faint to have the request have any effect on the currently heated discussion, but something else carried out the task of interrupting Inadi.

[b]"WHAT is your PROBLEM!? These guys are giving us free food, they're being so nice and kind to us and you're talking about fighting?!...”[/b]

Leila sat dead still throughout the course of Toby’s speech. She comprehended where he stood, but in a way it was also almost painful to listen to, these words coming from someone who hasn’t been there at Yonder, on the Star Fisher, or at the Stone of Sacrifice…

...her sight wandered and stopped upon the figure of the dark skinned man at the other side of the table. Leila didn’t remember clearly enough to be completely certain at first, but once he spoke there was no mistaking it: Numair Wason, aboard the Star Fisher - now standing beside the ones who assaulted them, potentially with the intention of killing, left them without aid in the aftermath of the battle with the witch…and now inviting them to join them.

Leila was too used to pictures coming together when she thought hard enough about them.

This picture didn’t come together.

[b]”...You didn't even listen to what they had to say!”[/b]
Toby concluded with a huff, and the whole scene turned into a stalemate after that. Toby staring at the table after glaring at Inadi, and the others similarly seemingly having words upon their throats that were not uttered, out of various reasons.

“If all the items on the List are collected.” She asked, speaking slowly:

“...who gets to go home?”