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The short adventure in the hallway of the Night Villa had cleared Amy's head a little, she'd only had a sip of lager this entire evening but the adrenaline rush of the skirmish with C.A.M.O. followed immediately by the foam party and the playful chase with Bubblegum Crisis had blinded her to the state Andi Kestrel is in. The young rookie is barely vertical and the streets of Spaghettitown are no place for a lone drunk woman. Amy scans the party looking for anyone who might be able to assist here, but seeing nobody she can trust she steels herself and prepares to play the villain.
>"Listen up Kestrel. I'm not your friend, I'm your senior. I heard you've got training tomorrow and let me tell ya, doing forward rolls and flat back bumps with a hangover is no fun and I'll be making sure your coach, whoever that is, doesn't go easy on you. Give me your address, I'm driving you home myself, right now."
Amy grinds her teeth. She doesn't want to be a buzzkill but someone has to be the adult in this situation and if not her then who? Her mind turns to her early days in WWA and how many times she made her seniors worry, but this is different, isn't it? After all she's only trying to steer this rookie in the right direction, it's a totally different situation, right?
Amy gazes into the blue eyes of Andi Kestrel waiting for a response. "She is really pretty though", she thinks to herself.
