Scarlet watched the proceedings with a dropped jaw. Honestly, what else was she supposed to do? With a price freeze and a market crash, Depositron was no more.<br/><br/>Additionally, Bartholemew and the Dayman seemed to have calmed down. That was a relief. Now if she could just get her memories back and a way to remove the giant red mark on her face from all the facepalming she'd done the last several posts, she'd be good.<br/><br/>"Form a team? With these people?" She pondered aloud, "Hmph. He says he believes in fair paly, but I'd say he still has a hell of an advantage."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Scar, you okay..? C'mon, let's catch up- I've been lookin for you a while, you had me scared sick."</span><br/><br/>She turns her gaze back to Bartholemew and gasps, "You... Your tattoo..." Trembling, she raises her left hand, showing the back of it to be adorned with a stylized rose, growing freely from a skull.<br/><br/>Scarlet blinks a few times, then sighs, "Alright... Okay. Food. Talking. Maybe teaming up with lunatics. Gods, it's been a long day and it's not even half past noon." Still grumbling, she followed Bartholemew into the food court, "I wonder if they have tea? He did say "anything" so...Eh, whatever." She waited in a random line for a random food joint. She wasn't that picky. Once she had her food she wandered over to where Haley sat and plunked herself down in a random chair. Apparently there was a discussion about dying bagels going on.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">This... is gonna be awkward.</span>