Vertigo.
It wasn't just a thing for when you were up high. It was a thing for when the whole expanse of everything was spread out before you and one wrong step would send you tumbling to the bottom.
Star's already thinking and Avis is already doing, and Tuesday feels superfluousness.
Was there a silent finger talked plan that went over her unicorn noggin?
Whatever. Just more reasons for her to learn their silent finger talking ways.
Star's a'yelling and Tuesday wants to play along, add something about the Seer bitches on the floor and throw something accusation-like at the Punk bartender, but Avis already got a portal up, and with the yelling, and the stupefied look on the punkish bartender's face, makes the unicorn think that she's not going to be any trouble, Tuesday decides to gee tee eff oh. So with a skip, Tuesday heads for the portal.
Tuesday's heading to Avis' portal and stepping through if she can.