Elena frowned, shook her head, and sighed at the treatment she was receiving.
Yolin put a hand on Natasha's shoulder and closed in to whisper, "You don't care that people criticize Filestra's decision?"
The Halve shrugged. "I'll hold judgment until I see it with my own eyes. Hopefully sober and in a good mood," she replied.
The Oni hummed. "I doubt the existence of a Performer who would willingly act it out in front of you," she pointed out with slight amusement. "It's banned for a reason."
Natasha arched an eyebrow to her words. "I'm sure Bromisnar has some connections who could help with that. Maybe offer a fat monetary reward or something."
The tank's eyes squinted in doubt, but didn't insist. She knew better than to question a Halve's word, even if that was her relatively younger girlfriend. Authority is authority regardless of age, and the golden woman was responsible enough so far.
Bonte and Hanna made themselves visible a few meters away from the group, looking around.
