Adela was running walking down the road, when she spotted Nyx's flower shop. And there was Nyx. Adela ran up to the counter and reduced her voice to a harsh whisper. "What are you doing? Did you not hear of the protesting going on near the bar?" she whispered. "We have to get going immediately, I have a spa appointment in a few minutes!" she stressed. It was as if she didn't receive orders anymore. Flower shops were definitely not the first priority. Keeping the peace was their job, even if Adela didn't really like tediously using her skills on worthless rebels who don't know how to properly dodge.