Nyx paced about the confines of the foyer where Celly had left her. Numerous un-named Otakus roamed like doe-eyed zombies. Something about the place vaguely reminded her of the Deep Spce Nine Station.

"This place is majorly weighing on my attention span." She reached into her Hammerspace for a cold bottle of Mocha Frapaccino.

Upon their meeting, Celly had explained that there was no way off of wherever this place was and back to Konan Country--not that Nyx was itching to breathe cow dung on the road, mind you.

"Fine, then," she thought devilishly to herself as she gazed at the cool drink in her hand. "Celly's never seen me on a coffee high! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"