Almera looked up and blinked very slowly. "Olivie's sanctified tits, I didn't think I'd missed that much sleep."
The “weirdly familiar” feeling is settling down into just plain “familiar”. All’s well that ends well, Katters figures — and if there’s no lasting damage, she won’t hold anything against the Bar. Katters flinches at the sudden fire, but her ears perk with interest. She doesn’t really want to interrupt the conversation, but she does muse to herself: “How does that work, I wonder?” “Have you tried bringing a neon sign around with you? Maybe a mannequin to serve as a dummy-you.”
"Do, er, people walk into you a lot?" Wait, trying to figure it out? "Were you not always, you know, invisible? Ugh, that sounds fucking awful. Sorry." She looks away from where she presumes the other girl is, and immediately regrets it. That's...that's a spider centaur person thing. Those are, okay, she's not sure what the uncomfortably pointy people with hats are. Well, now she knows what happened. "I'm fucking asleep, aren't I. I fucking passed out, and now my head's being screwed with. Which asshole nightmare monster is it this time?"
"No, but I always worry that they will. And this is...this is new. I've been invisible for, I think three months now? It just feels lonely, mostly."
Well, if the local nightmare fuckers were messing with her, might as well play along for now. Whatever. "That sucks, I'm sorry." Besides, invisible girl seemed nice enough. "I'm Leah. Who're you?"
"I'm Nat. Hey, have you seen a tall guy with long hair, really pale? Or, um..." She trails off as she tries to put the scattered images she has into words. "I'm looking for my friends," she finishes lamely when she isn't able to.
"Haven't seen any, sorry." This is super awkward. "Were they supposed to meet you here or something?"
"No, I just....they can't seem to hear me. I can hear them, and I've been looking for them, but I guess I'm too quiet." She sighs. "I haven't seen them since..."
"I...hope you find them." Leah didn't want to think about what it would be like if her friends disappeared. That would be the worst thing, in the entire universe.
"Uh. No. No, I have not." Almera put her hand to the jewel on her necklace, which made a very soft ping! sound. [Connection to Bureau databases offline,] said a vaguely-feminine mechanical voice, somehow sounding irate. "...Well then." She looked over at the - why did that woman have pointed ears? And she was dressed like some Warring Ages reenactor - of course, there wasn't any law against people with odd fashion choices, but still.
"Yeah. I think I'm getting closer! And I know where a couple of them are, it's just that I can't get to them yet because they're - " no, not everyone knows about the villains - "They're too far away. But I'm worried about Riven - he's the tall one - because he keeps getting worse and no one's around to help him."
"Yikes, that sounds fucking awful." The more the other girl talked, the weirder her life sounded. But not in a fake way. Seriously, what was up with this bar. And the people (?)
"Yeah, my ship just got to the station. Finally wrapped up this nightmare of a smuggling case, these asses were routing through two different unadministrated worlds, actually getting permission to follow them was such a mess," Almera said. "And - huh, jaegerkin... You're not something from old Belka, are you?"
Nat says, "I'm worried. I don't know if I'm going to find him. I don't know if I'm going to find any of them. But I don't really have anywhere else to go, and they're my friends." ((ooc: in canon, nat doesn't find them for another couple months, and finds Riven even later))
