(FOC) Where'd She Go?

[Coco]

A tip of the head was given to Bleeding Man before Coco set striding off for the office door, the end of this mad chase finally nearing its end. Indeed, she wasted no time, tapping the end of her cane against the bottom of the door, a cry of "Rosemary!" coming from her lips.

Perhaps not the most courteous way to get someone's attention, but the fact that she was knocking at all was considerably more courteous than what Coco had been intending to do before Bleeding Man had given his request. Or warning.

[Milo Chernobog]

Milo watched as teeth became visible, silently wondering if the man shared any kinship with Autumn. He certainly could go far, but that was a conversation for another time. As the Wasp bolted for the door, Milo nodded his silent gratitude and followed. It was pretty clear at this point there was a misunderstanding, and Rosemary had not been taken by force. Still, questions lurked on his mind as to why the kitchen was left a mess so quickly. Those questions however, would have to wait for the door to be answered.

[Gregory]

Gregory's brow sinks over his bulbous eyes, as if Ramona had told him it was by his design that they split up at all. Still, the Lurkglider doesn't like the look of those patrons that stare distinctly at them. Especially the one in the plaid.

Whispering back to Ramona he says, "Those men in the corner. I believe they be the two fitting the description of the ones who took Rosemary here." He idles slowly to the exit, hesitant to leave but knowing there's little he can do on his own if the men decide to take action against him. Gregory wonders what business they have in all this as he reaches the front entrance to accompany Ramona.

[InvertedMonkey]

That makes her pause. Gregory's right. She'd been so focused on security, after that scare at the shop, that she hadn't put two and two together. Stupid, she chastises herself, stopping herself and Gregory on the way to the door, "... You're right," she admits, hating how stupid it makes her sound. But better to sound stupid and make the right decision, than make the wrong decision so you don't have to admit you didn't catch it the first time. "They noticed us, so stealth is blown. Want to try the direct approach? Let's go see what they have to say." Again, it looks stupid, the way she went into the room, started walking out, and is now turning around again to march back towards the table with the plaid guys.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan also thanked the man, despite having to constantly dart her eyes away from the man's mouth. Sharp-teeth super-sharp run! Bowing whilst thanking him did help a little. She couldn't stop her voice from trembling: "Th-th-thank ye for thine heh-heh-help sir."

Of course she saw the teeth again once she straightened up out of the bow. She sighed in relief when Lynn proved far more diplomatic then Cosima had. The raccoon couldn't help but grin at her motley mate's kindness toward the scary-teeth man. And then the wasp woman was at the door. Said woman's continued tact made Morgan wince.

Morgan looked up at Milo and then to Lynn, a considering look on her face. Well, Lynn was busy with the bleeding man so she quickly nodded to herself before turning back to Milo. Standing on her toes and leaning up towards Milo, Morgan whispers: "Sssshould we be-be doing apologies-damage control for Cosima? Or ssstay back? I pah-prefer minimize the antagonize of feh-folks. Imma nada-not good with dis-this people stuff. Heh-heh figure ye ken it better." Well, Fairest were thought (stereotyped) to be skilled social butterflies. Which caused Morgan to raise an eyebrow as she watched Cosima at the door.

Maybe being a wasp negates the butterfly part?

[Coco]

"It is the Claviger of Spring, Cosima Tascioni, sworn to protect you, Madame Rosemary!" Coco answered loudly through the door, her voice strident and trumpeting within the confines of the Kitchen, the call filled with the exuberance of relief that this insane chase might be at its end.

[Milo Chernobog]

Milo nodded in agreement as Morgan asked about damage control, but didn't look back to the other kitchen staff. As the bloody one proved there wouldn't be trouble as long as they were able to talk to Ms Rosemary, so the best damage control was moving the Wasp forward with minimal distractions.

Finally a voice came from the other side of the door, and it seemed their journey was nearing it's end.

"Milo Chernobog." The Fairest called through the door. "I noticed signs of struggle in the kitchen you left behind and wanted to help make sure you were okay."

[Lynn Mills]

Lynn glanced over her shoulder at the sound of the voice coming from beyond the closed door. "It looks like we've found our friend. I'm quite grateful for the help you've offered." And for not trying to stab us with one of the very large knives lying around here. She tilted her had a bit to the side. "I'm afraid that I can't do more than heal the wounds you've got at the moment. I honestly don't know if you'd find that preferable or not. But it's your choice, either way."

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan gladly watched Milo follow Cosima, hopefully he'd keep blades from being drawn. And yay, Lynn was being her awesome self and talking to the dood so that the dood wasn't mad at them. Morgan still flinched at the man's teeth though. And couldn't help but instinctively move behind Lynn a little bit. "Ya-ya-yes thank thee for thine heh-help. Ano-and ssssorry for our, uh-heh-heh," the teeth again. That and finding the right words to describe Cosima, "Comrade Cosima? Sure-that. Our comrade can-can-can be...forceful. We t'were all worried for a friend but-but still. Imma so-so-sorry if she offended and-and uh," Morgan didn't think she was good enough at bullshitting to make it sound like Cosima would be apologetic to the guy. "Meh-heh-heh, sorry if-if cause bubble-trouble."