As you move back to the airport proper, two familiar faces are waiting near a guide map, still in jumpsuits and still elves. They both smile, waltzing up to Kizzie with seductive looks. One of them twirls a small key in her hands, the other folding her arms over her petite chest and speaking. "Good work. Timely and hopefully efficient. I trust there weren't too many casualties, yes?" The other elf then sniffs the air, wrinkling her nose. "At least one, for sure. What in the stars did you kill him or her -with-?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>