[right][h2][color=999999]Lost in Translation[/color][/h2][@Tlazolteotl][@silver21][@Auragreedia][/right]

[color=lavender]It was growing increasingly clear that the man wouldn’t be of much help to his own problem. Teresa stepped back, casting a glance around the club. The cyber-cowboy had made his way to the bar without a word; his apparent indifference left a bad taste in her mouth, but she supposed she could hardly expect a civilian to involve himself in whatever experiment Arts was running on them.

This place wasn’t real. Or, perhaps more precisely, it [i]was[/i] real, in a metaphorically tangible sort of way. If this was anything like the corporate war they’d witnessed minutes ago, the club had to be more than it seemed.

‘[b]I’m going to look around[/b],’ said Teresa to the girl. ‘[b]See if there’s anything that can clue us in to his... catharsis. You’re welcome to come with me, but if you’d prefer not to, I’d advise staying close to our mutual acquaintance.[/b]’ She nodded to the cyber-cowboy by the bar. Then she paused as a thought struck her.

‘[b]Ah. I don't think I caught your name...?[/b]’

She didn’t typically make getting to know civilians a habit but, seeing as they were stuck in this situation together, it seemed the prudent thing to do.[/color]