[Marc Dioceo and Miss Phil]<br/><br/>In the early evening, feminine figure strolled down the lesser traveled roads of Apollo City. A very impressive figure was clad in a fitting but classy business jacket, suit and skirt. She walked in heels without pause or hesitation, her hair-tied back in an severe bun and with a pair of small but acute glasses on her face, along with a slight frown.<br/><br/>Bethany Phillips had been ordered to take an evening off. Much as she would have preferred to continue her preparations for the next day's lessons... well, she would have to take time for herself eventually. The shops at least, might be worth exploring.<br/><br/>000000000000000<br/><br/>[Remmy and ****]<br/><br/>"Him?" The alien sounds cautious. "References to other individuals by a singular presence species is usually a sign of mental disorders. I appreciate the concern, and will attempt not to agitate your mind for the time being."<br/><br/>The alien takes a moment to communicate with it's charges, but Remmy cannot hear anything besides a distant buzz... it seems the alien that holds him is truly blocking the rest out.<br/><br/>"Do you have any injuries that you feel need to be addressed?" she asks, the tentacles wrapped around his body slithering a bit, feeling him gently. "Your healthy is of great concern to us."