"Nothing please, thank you.." A red-haired woman at one of the nearby tables, clutching one of those scrap papers in her hands as well, murmured to the waitress, who shot her a rather funny look and passed on. Marissa ran her fingers through her hair for the umpteenth time, pursing her lips together before adjusting her watch yet again, twiddling the surface of the watch as she kept her eyes on Mira and her group.<br/><br/>The woman had arrived on the same airplane as them, and she had been standing just behind Mira when they lined up at the counter for numbers and initial friendly chatter with the officials, and ever since then she had been surreptitously shadowing them, it seems, though always keeping a safe distance away. But maybei t's been just coincidence.<br/><br/>Her little slip of paper was by now ripped into two and folded into two pristine, if tiny origami swans, not a shade of ink visible on the outside of either swan. But she swipes both of those into her pocket, if and when the other group starts moving, planning to soon after follow them to the counter for her own interrogation.