Echo wrinkled her nose at the mess. "Remind me not to give her a lift any time soon then. Unless I have a chance to fly right over old bot-butt. A coating of vomit might improve his appearance, not to mention the smell."<br/><br/>She looked up at the clock, and gulped down the rest of her drink. "Uh oh. Love to stay and chat some more, but I'm due back at the barn!"<br/><br/>She wrapped the rest of the grasshoppers in a paper napkin and shoved them in her pocket. Dropping a Mobi in the tips basket, she stood up and flexed her wings again. Hurridly she spoke.<br/><br/>"If anything comes of that concert request, you can find me, or leave a message for me, at 'The Mobian Kitchen'. Or order take-out, our comm number's 555-TASTY-BREAD. The same goes if you have a message that can't go via the comm-net. But don't let my boos know, she's got no more love for Freedom Fighters than she has for Robotnik."<br/><br/>She was half way out of the door by the end of this, so she just turned, and said, "See ya!" before dashing out, and without breaking step launching herself upwards with a down-beat of her wings.