(FOC) The Left

[Coco]

"No, I'd rather proceed with invalid-haste," Coco spat back, rolling her eyes as she passed the raccoon. Of all the times for the courier to eat a dictionary, why did it have to be now? The nerve of some people, the Wasp thought, uncomprehending that the spite she felt towards the raccoon was not born out of anything the Autumn Courtier had done but rather from the mounting tension of the pursuit and her current ineffectuality. Regardless, there wasn't time to process such things, so the Claviger took off at a jog once more towards the scene of evidence.

"We--need vehicles," she huffed out as she ran. "One of you--see to it."

[Morgan Bellanar]

"Uh...okay-day zzzzo long as tis haste," Morgan was too confused by the response to be insulted by the venom in Cosima's voice. Hopefully Cosima ran in the right direction. Morgan then turned to Milo with a embarrassed smile and a shrug, "I-I can nay drive, heh-hope ye can...Oh! If yes, heh, want me ride-a-long or ensure Cosima goes right way? Latter, then directions I provide, the others arrr at..." she listed the exact location where she'd left the others, down to the street address on the buildings.

The Twilit Page may have been twitchy with a speech impediment, but she was a good navigator.

Morgan will leave the thread either riding along with Milo or chasing after Cosima, whichever Milo prefers.

[Milo Chernobog]

Milo simply sighed as the man began to say something he assumed would be useful. Tension that would only build with Coco's venom as it was made readily apparent that her sting was a regular occurrence.

"I have no vehicle to drive, so a cab will have to suffice if you can secure one." Milo said as he followed Coco. "We'll regroup and hear what they found and use it to follow whatever track can be discerned."

Hopefully. Otherwise he was about to ask Morgan to endure a very moody cab driver.

Moving over to The Right!