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Vatalla was focused on her ink sketch mostly throughout the conversation. But when he began to divulge more pressing information, the quick strokes and lining became increasingly slower until she finally stopped and looked up at Aito. Whatever he said must have got her full attention. The pale, pupil-less eyes were sort of eerie this close up, and seemed to gaze past him. Somewhere, it was like something other than Vatalla was watching him. Though only for a split second. 

"Secret mission, eh? What are we, undercover agents now? Didn't take you for much of a '007', myself. Much less charming." Vatalla says, giving him a smirk, "Hey, and no pay at all? For once, I might be overjoyed. It just means [i]that[/i] club member, whose name I shall not have the distaste to utter, won't have any reason to whine about me joinin' in now. I'd take that over some rent money any day. Besides, you've got a girl all excited. It'd be a shame if you let her down now..." 

She then bites on the tip of her tongue playfully, giving him a quick wink. Aito was always so calm, so she always tried different ways to get a reaction out of him. Whatever his reaction, or lack thereof, the girl quickly leaned back in the seat and stretched out her back. "If something's bad enough to be kept under wraps, that means it's gotta be something [i]strong[/i]." she adds. 

The milky blonde was smiling now, sighing happily as she cracked her slender spine against the edge of the chair. It seemed the very thought of fighting put her in a good mood. Or was it because she could hang out with the club without any qualms? It might've been both. 

As she was finishing her stretch, and Aito moved back towards the windows, an unexpected visitor started coming into the clubroom. From the outside of all places. Before she can get a good look as to who it was, or associate the familiar(?) voice, a wadded towel was sent flying her way. She planned to merely move her head to the side to dodge it, but as she did so, the thing magically unraveled and caught her smack in the face. At least it would have, if she didn't go ephemeral in that last second. With a shuddering pop, almost like a faint whisper, Vatalla was replaced with a smokey, indigo figure. It looked something like a hazy silhouette. Then, in the same second, she was back on the chair with a second shimmering 'pop', looking bewildered as ever. 

"Um..." she muttered, looking back at the towel sliding off the wall behind her. 

She was figuring out how to react. Anger was the first thing she felt, the natural reaction of having something thrown at your face for no reason. But also a bit of confusion. How did any of this sequence of events follow proper logic? Window + Man = Towel? No that didn't make any sense at all. Then it hit her. [i]George.[/i] Only one person would things in such a fashion that defied all normal convention. Yet, somehow he was quite the brilliant mind in himself. His reputation for doing handy work all around the school is large enough for someone who doesn't get involved with, largely out of disinterest, to a majority of school's internal drama to even know. How does he exactly do these things? Well, she didn't know herself. It surely didn't look like the objects he made worked from any normal scientific angle. Guess some things are simply beyond understanding.

"Thanks...?" she said with a slight laugh, picking up the woolly cloth and wrapping her long curled hair in it. She had made sure her hair was not dripping when she took off her shirt earlier, but it helped nonetheless in absorbing some of that dank smelling odor.  

Vatalla looked to 'Jojo' with a raised brow, stepping up and moving towards the doorway. She left a nasty puddle there. Wouldn't want anyone slipping, now that she had something to clean it up with. On the off-chance that, who knows, a person who [i]actually[/i] used doors comes along. Yeah, silly notion, she knew. "I see you still think that stairs are a 'waste of time and energy'." she says jokingly, while passing down the isle of desks and chairs, "And maybe a nice warning of 'catch' next time, when you throw something at someone? Just a tip. Don't change yourself too much though. You're a fun guy."

Laughing to herself over the matter, Vatalla silently wiped the floor and allowed Aito to speak. Hearing the last bit, it seemed this 'little' case was a much bigger deal than she thought. Normally, they just do their duties, hunt something given the chance, and go home before nightfall. Any activity beyond that was deemed too dangerous, unless they had supervision from staff. If the chairman wants club members to pull so much extra responsibility, that means something [i]really[/i] big must be up. 

Halfway finished, she spoke up, pointing to her black-lined eyes. "What's sleep anyway? Besides, if you're gonna be doing some 'hero' work, I gotta be there to punt you down a size. Can't have you growing an ego on us."

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