Doce checked her phone, marveling how such a behind-the-times device could be bestowed with GPS. She shook her head. "I should just be glad it isn't any farther than it is," she said. She turned to Beta, "Do you have the coordinates?"<br/><br/>"Yes," he said. "I will fly slowly so the force of Gravity does not do damage to your body. However, I also recommend protective garments of some kind."<br/><br/>Ditto climbed onto her head and became a motorcycle helmet. She sighed, thinking that it would have to do, and they made their way outside. She and Beta embraced each other, and cybernetic lines traced their way up the robot's feet. There were mechanical sounds as he put together a pair of rocket boosters, and accelerated into the air at two-hundred miles-per-hour.<br/><br/>They were there in minutes, by which point, Doce was dizzy, nauseous, and had recalled her fear of heights. She was grateful when they landed and Ditto released her head. She fought desperately not to vomit, and they entered the cabin, ditto as a copy of her.<br/><br/>She was curious to see Masahide and Vaati among present company. It seemed she wouldn't get to witness JD or Zavyer in their natural states. "Doce, present," she shrugged. Part of her hoped that in this moment, her companions might notice that her real-life body didn't fit the gamer stereotype. Dare she say she was moderately attractive with an athletic build, big blue eyes, and long brownish-blonde hair. Regardless, she couldn't dream of competing with all the large-breasted anime goddesses in the room.<br/><br/>She was blushing despite herself. "This is Ditto, and Beta 6," she said, knowing neither of them were recognizable. "So are we ready to roll?"