Syntropy clenched her entwined fingers, the tall man again dousing her hope. If that wasn't bad enough, the reptilian looking creature at one of the tables implied Syn's suspicions were on the mark, this wasn't the right place to go looking for help. In that case it was all the more important not to seem like the easy prey she undoubtedly appeared. Squaring her shoulders and balling her hands into fists to either side of her full hips, she glared at the snake-like woman and feathered companion. "Spiders shouldn't look for dangerous meals," she said with as much bravado as she could muster. "You want to call me a bee? I can sting more deadly than one!" It wasn't quite an empty threat, but she hoped the warning would be enough to keep her safe from any direct attack.<br/><br/>The barkeep's mention that no one was allowed to leave within Earth's day cycle did nothing to deter her, though his mention of money was a concern. It was evident getting off the planet wouldn't be easy, but she did have skills that could make her valuable. The scientists had given her that much. Syntropy was about ready to storm out of the building and hope to find a more reasonable person somewhere in the city when the brightly clothed woman approached.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrange">Depending on whatever crisis there was that you've left behind, it is almost certain now that it has been solved or gone. Every minute on this planet is about 31.920 min outside of this galaxy, it would come down to about 22 days depending on where you came from</span>"<br/><br/>Syntropy wobbled on her feet as if she'd been struck across the face. More than anything she wanted to believe it was a lie, but she'd heard of a planet like that at the Institute. Dystopia... it had been the subject of more than one conversation between a few of the scientists, and she'd heard enough to recognize that what she'd seen since landing fit the planet's description. The golden woman was still talking, here words all but lost on Syntropy who grasped to edge of the bar, sinking down onto a seat in a daze. She took the offered mug automatically, trying to think her way out of a problem which had no answer. If this was really Dystopia then it was too late. No, it had been too late before she'd even gotten out of the escape pod. She hadn't been sent here to find help or mount a rescue. The only reason could have been to get rid of her. Why?<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrange">What do you say, miss....?</span>"<br/><br/>"Syntropy," she answered in a monotone, still hardly aware of her surroundings anymore. She brought the steaming cup to her lips and drank a generous amount. The heat she'd absorbed before the trek to the city had left her with the shocking revelation, however the hot chocolate seemed more than up to the task of warming her again. She brought her hand up to her forehead, wiping away a bit of sweat, while her cheeks flushed hotly. "Thank you," she managed to murmer to her would be comforter. She took another deep sip and found less reprieve than the first, her body's unnatural metabolism already countering the drink's contents.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>