"You are correct. You currently do not have time," said Titanomachia suddenly, voice tight. She evades the wrist-grab and pushes you forwards with a wide elbow. "Come on. We've got a lot to get through today."

Everything from there is bustle. Into the change room, on with the synskin, into the break room. It's only when your heartrate starts to accelerate do you realize that Machia had unceremoniously and painlessly jabbed you at some point. Now she had clambered up on a wall cabinet and was crouched there like a gargoyle, biting the back of her thumb and thinking hard enough to register as psionic activity. Whatever she had been planning before, her attention was now burning entirely onto the future.

The two Dakinis are doing warmup flexes. They looked fragile suddenly. Toy soldiers. Brittle superglue joints. "We're ready when you are!" Stripes called. "Bring all you got!"