One corner of Eira's mouth curled in a smirk.<span style="color: magenta">"I know how you are with crowds and celebrations,"</span>she agreed, with gentle humor, and found herself giggling at his exaggerated shudder. But then she was tipping back the dregs left in her glass, and nearly choked at his invitation to stay the night and witness tomorrow's testing.<br/><br/><span style="color: magenta">"I... are you sure?"</span>What confidence she possessed drained right out of her at the prospect of remaining in a dvergar city for more than a passing few hours, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.<span style="color: magenta">"If anyone were to see me, Horgar, it could mean a lot of trouble for both of us, and..."</span>She trailed off momentarily, her gaze wandering back toward the garage.<span style="color: magenta">"And <i>especially</i> with this project of yours, which would be so fantastic, and you being such a dear friend, I'd hate to make problems for you."</span>So great was her discomfort that part of her already seemed to be slithering back towards the teleporter landing point atop the scaffold.<br/><br/>She stood up restlessly, though without further retreat, and looked apprehensively at her friend.<span style="color: magenta">"Please don't misunderstand. I'd love nothing more than to see you fire up 'Big Bertha', there..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>