Lunes just shrugged, opening the carton of lasagna and staring at the fork before sliding it over to Loki, “I’m trying to get to Cairo. Someone’s waiting for me there.” She stretches her arms above her head, the bracelets from the clothing store jingling in sync with her earrings that are bright against her dark waist-length hair.
“It won’t be easy getting there without a train, though. And my compass is busted, so no teleportation either…”