Words can not begin to describe how much she'd rather be with North or Cortana. Or even Locus, but she'd much rather have the AI or the Freelancer at her back. Knowing them, North was mooning at her behind her back while Cortana worked up her god complex.

No. She had to land with the drug dealer. In his very den of inequity. Her lip curls in distaste as she stands, shoving away the pain of the rough landing, and takes her bearings. This wouldn't do. Not at all. Bad enough he fed children chocolate, but to make it in this? Hadn't he heard of health and safety regulations?

America hooks her thumbs into her belt, not heeding how the shadows around her grew darker and, with her chilly feelings about this place seeping in, colder. "Did you manage to land in one piece?" Hopefully she wouldn't be dragging around an injured rabbit this entire time.