Anora glanced to Darsby as the two released each other of their weapons. Her brows furrowed when she noticed Darsby looked like the more likely of the two to go after the phone. Her gaze alternated between Darsby and Ahllasta as ‘Dan’ replied. His informal speech was a bit off-putting after spending most of the day around authority figures. 
	She blinked and her expression hardened; he knew they were in a car. And either he was one good guesser, or even knew how many people were in it.
	“‘Eccentric’s’ an understatement,” she muttered. 
	She leaned away slightly when Darsby moved closer. She kicked her backpack to the corner of the floor beneath the dash, trying to give herself a bit more room.
	As shuffling came from the phone with ‘Dan’s’ pause, she looked to Darsby, her own gaze questing. But he looked like he had as many questions as she did. 
	The rustle of a phone being brought back to an ear burst through the speaker. She tilted the flip phone a bit from her to let Darsby hear better.  
	“Wait… [i]what?[/i]” she asked when ‘Dan’ fell silent. “You're joking, right?”
	Anora swore the universe was bored and had decided to see how much weird she could handle in one day.
	She was pretty sure it was close to finding out.
	Though she trusted her senses, that everything happening was really happening, it was all just so strange. So off-the-wall, certifiably crazy, a part of her felt like the entire day couldn’t possibly be happening. More accurately, it [i]feared[/i] she had gone completely nuts. The day was an unusual flavor of ice cream topped with a magically-appearing talking black cherry that threatened to make the satisfying icy tower collapse. No matter how much she welcomed the break from the mundane world.
	She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. It took more effort than she would have liked to admit to keep herself even remotely composed. She looked again between Darsby and Ahllasta, then let their reactions decide her response.
	“Know what? Sure,” she said exasperatedly. She sunk back into the seat with a gentle [i]flop[/i], her free hand gesticulating into the air with her answer. “Why not. As long as you don’t plan on killing or maiming anyone, what’s one more passenger on the Homicidal Crazy Train? Got a teleporter, Scotty, or do we have to pick you up somewhere between Gotham City and Mordor?”