[color=bc8dbf][b]"They were clear about room and board, and that will suit me just fine,"[/b][/color] Zeta said, finishing her cup with a satisfied look of peace on her face before she shoved the dirtied cup back into her stomach cavity, climbing out once the shutter door closed. [color=bc8dbf][i]"Thinking about it, if the coffee here is terrible, I could always just plant my own."[/I][/color]

Then, a cool dude on a cool bike with a wicked aura arrived, the air becoming so tense that one could cut it with a knife. Stiffening her joints, Zeta would subconsciously move to threat assessment mode, left hand slipping inside of her sleeve to be replaced with the rim of a turbine, a chunk of ice starting to condense as her eyes lost a bit of luster. A threat so soon, she thought, before the warrior removed his hood and...

It was a human? Some guy? A convenience store worker!?

[color=bc8dbf][b]"Ah,"[/b][/color] Zeta said, before raising her hand in the air and firing a sizeable chunk of ice straight up into the air above her, following it with her eyes. [color=bc8dbf][b]"...Mm. Mhm. Mm...nobody should stand here for the next, say, two minutes or so, just in case it doesn't melt all the way down,"[/b][/color] Zeta warned, crouching down and marking an X about half a foot away from where she'd fired the ice chunk. With that gag out of the way, she'd appraise the suddenly-less-impressive-convenience-store-worker as well as the few others gathered. [color=bc8dbf][b]"Backpack...Fluffy Beggar...Porc...customer service worker..."[/b][/color] she quietly listed on one hand, a digit going up for each, then a fifth for herself. [color=bc8dbf][b]"Mm. Five of us. We're all going to die."[/b][/color]

After that dreadfully pessimistic statement, Zeta would impatiently bounce on the heels of her feet, feeling her fuel source give her the usual rush that made it just a smidge hard to stand still.