[h2]Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B[/h2]

Black Rock Shooter glanced from the others to the girl. The girl seemed to be looking somewhat down, her face screwed up with concentration. It was as if she was thinking something over. The otherself glanced towards the lift that Suwako had gestured towards. Yes, that would be the most effective way for them to escape. The black-haired girl wasn't sure if she could make it entirely the way back up by herself. She took a few steps towards it, before turning back to face the others, quietly.

The blonde little girl was looking back at her silver coffin. "... There was something important..."

She shook her head, before reaching out to firmly grasp Kiss-shot's hand. As she used it to pull herself out of the coffin, another detail became apparent. There was a barcode printed on her lower right leg. The numbers running beneath it read 'WMT-00000000001'. The girl was completely barefoot. It seemed that all she was wearing was the hospital gown. "Let's... let's go."

When the armed man asked her name, the girl looked confused for a second. "It's... it was... huh? Why can't I remember...?"

Recalling how Suwako had seemed dismayed, and wanted to move higher now, Black Rock Shooter reasoned that she wanted to get back to the surface as quickly as possible. As this was something she could intervene in, she did just that. Without much thought, the Otherself reached out to grab the smaller girl and pull her onto the lift.

[h2]Giovanna's Room, Shadow Eternity Headquarters[/h2]

"Reassigned!? What?!" Ayako snapped, furious. Her anger had been brought to a simmer at first, and Mai had stowed her weapon. But now it was up to a full boil. She was about to continue on her rant when Mai took the pink-haired girl's shoulder and pulled her away, looking at the paperwork.

"Ayako... this could be another chance to find her," said the green haired girl. Ayako was silent for a moment, shaking slightly. "Let's go."

With that, the two departed from the room.

[h2]Kirisame Marisa, Client World 12262009-A(Macross)[/h2]

"Huh, sounds pretty damn strange to me," Marisa said with a shrug, before flashing a cheerful grin. She was an only child, and her dad was a [i]serious[/i] stick in the mud, so she wasn't too familiar with the whole family issues thing. She'd gotten out of there at top speed, after all, and was living alone. The Perfectly Ordinary Witch gave a small twirl as she turned entirely around to face them again. Today seemed to be a pretty awesome day, that was for sure... "I dunno about family issues... but that Academy City place sounds awesome!"

Misaka mentioned all kinds of experiments and 'science' things they were doing in this Academy City place. That meant they'd have a whole hell of a lot of things to steal, right? Marisa's mind was filled with the thought of all the various thefts she could pursue. She didn't know what she could steal from a place like that, but she was sure there would be [i]something[/i] she'd want! A lot of somethings by the sound of things.

Of course, she wasn't going to let that little detail slip. She wanted to be all nice and stealthy when she pulled off this theft. "... Aaaanyway, you guys see any place you wanna eat?"

[h2]Saber - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil[/h2]

The girl rubbed the back of her head nervously. She hadn't seen much of the fight, that was true, but she'd heard a lot of it and she'd definitely seen someone's upper half go far too distant from his lower half. But... but that was one of the bad guys, one of the people who had been trying to hurt her and her customers... still, it was terrifying. "I... I don't know wh-when we'll be open... a-after that, I...s-sorry, er..."

She trailed off when the animal-eared... boy? waved the menu in her face. He wanted food, but... well, after what hat happened... "... W-we're not... it's too soon a-after the attack..."

It was one of the UMMA agents who had helped save them, she felt she had to offer [i]something[/i]... "... Wh-when we're back up and running, you'll all get free meals, anything you want!"

She'd have to clear it with the manager, but she had to offer something...

Saber glanced at Kuzaku as he left. Hopefully he would be well, she was certain that Aura Bright would be able to help in some way. The mage had excellent healing capabilities from what she understood. Saber herself, as a Servant, healed much easier then most people barring certain circumstances. She did not often require the help of one of Yggdrasil's many doctors or healers, and had never personally made a visit to Aura.

As she turned to face Nono and the huge man who had intervened in the fight, she thought she heard... no, that would not be possible. It was simply a case of mishearing a name. It must have been. Saber calmly approached her fellow agent and the civilian. She noticed that the robotic girl was looking at her in that way again... Saber still was unsure of why. Nono was incredibly, incredibly fond of her. 'Onee-sama', at least when applied to herself, was still perplexing.

"You did well, Nono," Saber said. She did feel the need to congratulate her fellow agent, as she was one of the reasons that no civilians had been harmed in this battle. Looking up to the huge man, she continued. "And while it was reckless, you appear to have held your own."

With that, her gaze returned to Nono. The eagerness in her voice was very obvious, to say the least. "The rest of the district is unharmed, now that the other agents are here we can get something to eat."

[h2]Chiester Sisters - Weapons and Communications, UMMA Vessel [i]Tanngrisnir[/i][/h2]

As 410 fumed over losing the enemy ship, and failing to destroy it entirely, 45 noticed that there was a new channel over the communications device. It was a UMMA channel, from the bountry hunter Samus Aran. She glanced over at 00, rubbing the back of her head nervously. "Ah.. er, she wants permission to..."

00 quickly nodded. 45 didn't really need to re-state what 00 had heard over the communications unit every single time.

"P-permission granted!" 45 quickly declared into the unit.