As amusing as she found Alain’s behavior, in truth Rebeca felt sorry for him. It was obvious that he was even more uncomfortable with the whole situation than she was, and if the suspiciously audible hissing noise from the other side of the doors was any indication, she wasn’t the only one that had been deceived into coming. Mihkail had acted in a similar manner; different sounds, same meaning. 
Unfortunately, making people feel better was not something she knew how to do. At all. And so, she remained silent. 

When the food came out, she had to smile. Everyone save for her was served, for which she wasn’t offended in the slightest; in fact, she was sure that the reason involved a LOT of tears. That said, just the sight of all the food made her stomach growl quietly. She hoped that the sound was masked by Mihkail’s more amused rumbling. [i][color=red]Don’t you say a word.[/color][/i]

[i][color=e25822]Wouldn’t dream of it.[/color][/i]

She was about to respond with a scathing comment when a shining gold circle seemed to appear out of thin air by the locked entrance, through which a starry field could be seen. A short middle-aged woman with bright pinkish-purple hair and absolutely garish clothes emerged, and the circle shrank down to a bangle around her thin wrist. [i][color=red]Another one? Who the hell is she supposed to be?[/color][/i]

The woman sidled over, a bejeweled cane dropping out of another one of her gold circles. When she spoke, her tone reminded Rebeca of one of the old women back home, a memory that set her teeth grinding. Everything about her screamed arrogance, and in much the same way that Tantalus had, she instantly disliked her. 

[i][color=e25822]Stay.[/color][/i]

Rebeca’s eyes flicked to her shoulder. [i][color=red]Why? Sure, most of these people aren’t bad, but it sure as hell isn’t worth sticking around anyone who thinks they’re better than anyone else.[/color][/i]

Mihkail kept his disinterested gaze on the newcomer. [i][color=e25822]Because I want to see what happens when your food arrives.[/color][/i]

The slightly mirthful tone he bore was all it took to convince her. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed, then opened her eyes and turned to the woman. “[color=red]What makes you think the world needs saving? Or that we can do anything about it? I just get hot and punch stuff really hard.[/color]”