[h2]Hi-Hat Crew, New Orleans[/h2]

Doctor Facilier and Sir Frederick Selous were being quite courteous and sociable. Shivani, however...

Shazay couldn't help but chuckle at how brutish Shivani was acting. After all, she was sitting in a [i]very[/i] precarious position-- in danger of [i]offending her employer[/i]!
"Aight, thanks, doc! The plan's gonna go off without a hitch, 'less you boys gonna start shit. Personally, I ain't recommending it. Hi-Hat, set up the teleporter for six people to these coordinates."

Hi-Hat pulled out a clunky-looking apparatus, and extended what looked to be a tesla coil from its base. He began typing in coordinates, periodically stopping to check the card Dr. Facilier had given them. Meanwhile, Xiangshi approached Shivani, scorn in her eyes.

"You are being [i]very[/i] rude. Know this: we owe you nothing, and you have not endeared yourself to any of us. People are giving you golden doorways into wonderful employment, and you spit on their faces with every boorish demand you make. Should this trend continue, I will see no fault in abandoning you. And if you should raise your hand against us, we will see no sadness in delivering you to HFIL."

"Teleporter's ready! C'mon and get moving!" Hi-Hat said, wiping the sweat off his brow. He couldn't wait to get back to a place that [i]isn't[/i] 85 degrees without any cloud cover.

 Xiangshi moved to enter the teleporter, but not before turning back and glaring once more at Shivani.
"Improve your attitude, or face the consequences of your actions." she said, stepping through the glowing aperture of the teleporter device.