Geraldine
*Clang.* *Clang.* *Clang.*

The repeating sounds of a sheathed end banging against the staircase, bearing its rhythmic accordance to the beholder's walk, growing more and more discernable with each grueling step she took echoing throughout the garage. In a place as technologically thorough as Sanctum Mesa, it sure had very little handicap favorable mechanisms in its facilities. An *Elevator* Would be enough, but even so, Ha did not complain greatly, however not to be mistaken for lack of pain as evidenced by the strained look on her face— the contracting of the facial muscles, contorting her mouth into an ugly shape— and weakened pace of her trek. Naturally, she had someone else to whine on her behalf.
Mildred
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["WHAT INCOMPETENCE. TO HAVE NO SYMPATHY IN PLACES OF SUCH STATURE FOR THE LESSER ABLED. . ."]
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Geraldine
``"It's okay . . .The pain will keep me awake. That's helpful. . . Right?—"`` She remarked through an exasperated sigh, eventually coming to a stop and practically throwing herself against the wall once she'd realized they were close enough to their destination— accidentally, she tossed Salhaeja to the ground, orchestrating yet another unintentional serenade of metal clashing against the concrete floor. It also pained her bad shoulder to thrust her body as she did, but at this point, she could only hear and feel her the cries of her aching leg. It was worth the lesser agony. 

*``". . . Sorry."``* She whispered to her companion, although fully aware that doing so did not cause him any physical pain. She felt herself at a sudden crossroads, taking this brief window to go over her situation best as she could manage in her condition. Indeed, the more conscious she was, the easier it was for her to. . . Think, about things.

According her to blade, Daniel and Kuouo were somewhere nearby, floor 6-b. Sal had explained earlier that the entire point of that fish exercise was not to actually participate in the game, the so-called hunt— which turned out to be a sham, essentially— but to gauge, in one respect, who could be her most valuable allies moving forward pertaining to the circumstances. As much as he disliked him, he determined that the farm animal was of impressive, somewhat reckless skill and intellect. He was also able to figure out his existing reputation as a thief, which implicated longevity and a penchant for survival. Dan, on the other hand, seemed to have a simple, yet strong sense of character that Sal conversely appreciated from the moment he'd met Ha. An added bonus was that they both knew each other quite well already. Once scattered, Sal had taken the time to pinpoint their trails.

In reality, they were likely more concerned with avoiding who they'd antagonized then the larger, unbeknownst issue looming over the festival.

Even so, he instructed her to to meet with them anyway, and if need be, entertain their goals, admitting that it'd be useless to attempt and scout those in other vicinities— south, west— at this point, not that he expected them to exceed the capablities of the aforementioned. So, that's exactly what she set out to do. He did expressly not mention if she could or could not reveal to them that she was not as crippled as appearances suggested, but perhaps he wanted her to. . . Figure that out herself? No, that couldn't be right. Also, he mentioned that the King of the Finire was present, and that presumably made matters tedious for the pair ahead. She could understand why, and was not very curious about him more than what little she knew, not unless it mattered here and now.

*``". . .They know I'm here. . . I think."``* Ha muttered to herself, an indication of her improved focus. It turns out she was completely right about the pain thing; though still enduring a sharp ache in her leg, she reached down and picked up her sheath. Then, she used it to reveal herself from behind the wall, where Dan and Kuouo could make out her image. Its possible they assumed her to be a threat and may've armed themselves, but they couldn't have been that paranoid to outright take her out. Sal had not intervened or told her off, so she must've been right.

``". . .Hey, guys. Sorry. . . Got, held back."``