Sorcha nods and slings her bag over her shoulder. She bites her lip before surging forward. Her brow furrows as she tries to recall the procedure for leaving.

Khalida looks up from her phone with a polite smile. "Ready? Said your goodbyes?"

Asa arrives in Boston, rather irked by all of the loud hunks of metal. "They're awfully fast for shiny blobs," she mutters.