Malachi's eyes widened when he saw Raz. She is the one handling my gadgets? She's just a kid! Who is this girl? What is her experience? Malachi tensed when she saw the little girl run over to her. He thought she was going to start playing with the pieces, but she stopped short of the table and started speaking to Raz with her hands. Malachi was distracted from his distress a moment to make an analysis. Sign language is not universal. He didnt recognize any of the signs they were using. His curiosity died instantly when Raz shouted her triumph. If she's done something to it we'll never get home. He wanted to run over there and make sure everything was right, but the look Mel gave him advised against it. He tugged at his shirtsleeve anxiously watching her celebrate her victory. Malachi squirmed awaiting her diagnosis.

Johanna heard Malachi curse in a foreign language under his breath. Johanna didnt see why it matter that they knew, she had already told them where they were from. Although, they definitely were not getting his watch back now. The gadget girl, Jaz or something, seemed nit happy to work with Malachi. Its alright, girl, you won't hear a peep out of him.

Johanna wasn't sure, but it seemed like the rest of the group treated Spaz differently. Like she was a very dangerous child. Johanna had met dangerous children. The girl did not seem like one of them. Key weird name was extra odd. He kept glaring at anyone who said anything to Gadget Girl. Key noticed Malachi's anxious squirming and was seemingly trying to obliterate him with his eyeballs. Respectable angry face, but he better make someone else's favorite person his target before Johanna made him hers.

Johanna and Malachi just stood for a minute as most everyone filed out of the room. Malachi stared at his gadgets, itching to pick them up and inspect them for damages or tampering. He wasn't going to speak up so Johanna did it for him.

She flopped down into a chair and shrugged her shoulders. "So... what now?" The question undirected but she wanted an answer out of Mel and Nev. A real answer, not another avoiding-the-question answer. Johanna wanted to confirm they were real people and not just mindless servants of the angry guy. Oh yeah, someone is due for a serious discussion with me and my sword. Blue marks were already forming on Malachi's jaw and cheek. He bruised my Mal's perfect face. No one does that. Some of Johanna's old fury was returning. No one touches my Malachi but me.

(Sorry took awhile)

(Oh ya didnt think about that. Johanna wouldnt care. Malachi definitely would but they are who knows how old so whatever.)

Mel was getting on Johanna's last nerve. She might have freaked out if Rhea hadn't suggested a drink. Phoebe's God knows I need one. Even if Phoebe herself wouldn't approve. She jumped up from her chair fast as Rhea finished the sentence. Malachi looked suspicious of the offer, but to tired at this point to argue. The two followed their keepers to a seemingly abandoned building, Johanna attempting to make conversation with everyone and Malachi keeping quiet. Key moved stuff aside and let them in a hidden door, down the stairs into quiet bar. A few people sat at card tables chatting, fewer at the bar nursing a drink. It was the quietest bar Johanna had ever been too. Being here made her feel more at ease, despite Mel's dirty looks. As much as she wanted to break off and get a drink or place a bet on a game, she didnt have any money thanks to these guys. They probably would rather her stay close anyways. Or not. Mel might like her better if she disappeared. Either way, she decided she'd stick around, at least until she got a feel for the place anyways.

After the group ordered their drinks, they sat down at a table with just enough chairs for them, so Jo decided her and Mal could sit by themselves, which was fine with her. She didnt take a table, instead settling in a barstool. She nodded for Malachi to take one next to her.

She nodded to the bartender. "I'll have your strongest drink." She pointed a thumb back at the table where the rest were sitting. "They're paying for it."

"And I will have the least strongest thing you have," Malachi said tiredly. "Please."

The bartender nodded and poured two drinks. "Yall arnt from around here." He commented, his voice drawled slow.

Johanna looked up from her drink. "Don't sound like you are either," she retorted. "I havnt heard one person here say 'yall'."

The bartender shrugged his shoulders. "That's fair. At least I don't dress like I'm a knight in a pitcher book." He nodded to Jo, eyeing her armor.

She took a swig of her drink, ignoring the comment. "This is good. Another!" Johanna shouted, breaking her glass on the floor. Malachi rubbed the bridge of his nose. Everyone at the bar was staring at them, and the resistance members looked various levels of displeased.

"I'm very sorry about that," Malachi apologized to the bartender. "Where she's from, that's how one shows she really likes her drink. Its considered the polite thing actually. I will clean up the glass for you if you like."

The bartender looked a little surprised, but not like it was the craziest thing he had seen that day. "No, no that's fine. Im glad she likes her drink." He grabbed another cup, plastic this time, and filled it with the same strong alcohol as the last one. He slid it to Johanna, who gulped half of it in one chug.