[center][IMG]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Mali%20Anson&name=Chris%27s%20Handwriting.ttf&size=50&style_color=D5FF00[/IMG] [hr][b]Location:[/b] Diamond District [hr][hr][/center] Part of Mali that was previously tensed relaxed when she didn't spot anything immediately suspicious on Helga. It wasn't any external component of her body, but an internal mechanism. The mechanism did not lose all tension, but it slackened just enough so she could just enjoy the rest of the massage without actually trying to structure it or the remaining shopping stops into some kind of plan that somehow ends with her and the people she'd just met all alive and doing well. And then she was alone again. Mali sat up and reflexively ran a hand through her hair. She had no idea where she was supposed to go next, although if she had to guess, Zoie, Wayne an attendant like Genny or some combination of the three would be waiting right outside. Mali hopped off of the tables and did a few stretches, feeling much more limber than she had before the massage, like some pasta cooked al dente. Speaking of which, she grabbed a bottle and downed it all at once, crushed it in her hand and dumped it into the recycle. Lastly she donned her robe once again and picked up the business card, looking over both sides before pocketing the paper and leaving the room. She could only hope that this card wouldn't be as significant as the last card she'd been handed.