Wearing jeans and a leather jacket over a green tank top, Amy easily passed through customs, carrying a duffel bag with diplomatic markings over one shoulder.  Her credentials couldn't possibly have been faker, of course, but the mortals weren't likely to know that (no matter how obviously she stood out in a crowd)...and it just wouldn't do to confront titanspawn without her skeggox.<br/><br/>Cocking her head for a moment, she listened to the many voices in the airport terminal, before heading in the direction where she was hearing talk about gods and Fate...