"No, not at all. Hello, Miss Lios."

Madeleine is dressed today in a pair of simple, tight fitting black shorts with a white tank top she has covered with a black racing jacket sporting red accents at the shoulders and elbows. Her hair is pulled back into a practical and very basic high ponytail that happens to be a very close match to the horse tail swishing behind her in lazy sweeps. With tight, calf-high socks and high performance running shoes completing the ensemble, it is very much an outfit optimized for training barely balanced against the fact that she had to take the bus to get here. 

Looking around now, she wonders if that's going to happen at all. She stoops down and picks Machia's cybernetic leg off of the ground before slinging it over her shoulder like a sword. She holds out her other hand and dangles an extremely elegant box by the end of the black ribbon tying it together. 

"If you wouldn't mind? I'd like you to sneak this in her fridge while I deal with, uh, this. I don't care if she notices, it just needs to be there. It is... important."

She shrugs, out of words in front of a stranger in her life. A celebrity to her nobody. All they have in common is Machia, and given that she calls her 'Titan', maybe not even that. Which one did Machia actually prefer? She did not know how to ask. Neither did she understand why this question mattered enough to spend time thinking about it. She glances down at the scattered tools and winces as the sirens continue to build on top of one another. 

There's a lot here. Not to mention the glass that would need cleaning up. This was going to be the work of several trips.