-Kiaba-

Kiaba kept smiling and looking straight ahead, doing his best statue impression. Once enough time had passed that he was sure the girl was out of range, he relaxed a little. 

"Fission mailed everybody, emergency evac required." He muttered to himself. With a small force of will, a floating handmirror swirled into being facing him.

"Smooth moves, kiddo," it said in his own voice. Creating a unique image and sound at the same time was still too much for him to focus on. "Pretty soon you'll be married with seven kids!" 

"Shut up me, only I'm allowed to sass me, except for other people who are also allowed to sass me sometimes." Waving his hand through the mirror like blowing away a wisp of smoke, he turned around at a sudden thought.

"Wait, didn't that bell mean something? Like something I'm supposed to be doing?" Noticing most people were flowing in a specific direction, Kiaba shrugged and joined the stream of people, hoping this wasn't the line for the slaughterhouse or Transformers 3.