Lauren shrugged. "Rozlynn said to bring you lot to the teleporta room, so I assume you lot ain't staying here. Guess we'd be heading back to the fancy company building of your peoples. If that works for ya, that is." she pointed to the exit, glancing at Axton as she did. "Right that way, you know. Simple enough marching orders."
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Reginald moved with surety and dignity through the throng on the sidewalk, circling around the building. His cape would swirl and roll majestically in the barely existing breeze, and his footfalls resounded with what he would describe as grace and pose, and what others would describe as stomping.