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"Very well." She had passed the dilapidated old station a few times without knowing it housed such a secret, and she was confident in her ability to find it. A last sip drained the teacup, and she set the dish delicately on the table, waving down the waiter to ask for the bill. Aila paid the man and glanced down to Fleur, who returned her gaze with a grin smeared with ketchup. The girl gave voice to her disgust, "Honestly, if you must eat such wretched things, at least do so neatly." She reached down with a napkin to clean the filthy face, then stood from the table. "Shall we, then?"

The Ivysaur pranced around her human's feet excitedly. Going places! Fun! Staying in the base all the time was boooring. Any departure from the place was a welcome adventure!

"It would be unwise to go there directly," she said in a hushed voice as she exited the cafe. She remembered the winding maneuvers Nyx had taken to precaution against being followed when they visited the outpost for, and she felt it would be nothing if not beneficial to imitate the tactic. "It should be no more than twenty minutes in the direction of the commercial district's limits, but I imagine our progress will be slowed by the detours. The path itself should be interesting, I would think. It will bring us opposite the direction from which you entered, so there will be much to see." She started forward, swift eyes making note of their exact position and determining the best means to reach their eventual destination.

"It is considerably larger than you would suspect, given its location," she said. "Smaller than the main branch, of course, but far from little. The employees," she paused in consideration; apart from Will, she had not seen but perhaps three or four others wandering the halls, "are few, relatively. From what I have gathered, its purpose is dedicated largely to receiving and distributing supplies, coupled with maintaining a presence in Camphoreon." An inconsequential yet interesting thought came to mind. "I imagine there are similar branches throughout most if not all of Kodo's major cities."

"Makko, was it?" She was not very familiar with the rest of Kodo, possessing innate knowledge of only Camphoreon and Jinko and knowing only the rough locations of the other towns. "They were near the water, if I recall correctly. I'm not sure if it quite qualifies as a large port city, though..." At mention of the forest city, though, Aila could offer much more definitive information, "That would be Sandalwood. Truly a unique and interesting place. I passed by it once before on my way to Jinko. I feel I would love to one day visit, should the opportunity arise."

Aila pointed out different things as they continued: which paths led to which residential areas, which stores had the better security, which places served as the best refuges if one needed to lay low for a while. All in all it would appear quite the sketchy conversation if one were to overhear, and the girl kep her voice to a murmur throughout. The commerce soon gave way to a darker side of town, the buildings not nearly as pristine and the roads cracking from a lack of maintenance.

"Not much further," she said as she led her companion through a twisting series of alleyways. Another five minutes of travel found them standing before the grim maw of a subway station, long abandoned and in a state of complete disrepair. "And here we are."

Well there was one light.

A flashlight clicked on and was pointed up towards the descending grunt and trainee.

"Name, rank, and ID number?" a dark clad man asked. He was wearing the standard grunt issue uniform, complete with hat. However, a dark visor covered the upper half of his face. Despite that, he looked rather ordinary and nondescript as far as grunts went. A bit of hair in a washed red color poking out from beneath his hat.

What? Oh, of course. "Claire, grunt, 0174-7137," she stated with a solute. Blinded by the flashlight, she couldn't see him well enough to distinguish what rank he held. For it must've been a he, since Aila had said 'sir.' Experience was indeed the best way Claire learned.

"Very well," she said with a nod. She gestured to Claire, "She wished to know Camphoreon's points of interest. I felt I should familiarize her with the outpost." She ceded the rest of the grunt's introduction and explanation to the individual herself.

Will nodded slowly while looking between the two young women. "I see, well this would definitely be the most important stop," he agreed.

The grunt then looked to Claire again, still that faint smile on his face, yet he gave a slightly exasperated sigh. "Pleasure to meet you as well, Claire. And yeah, this is where I've been assigned."

Stepping back, he allowed the two to make their way off the stairs. "You're both free to look around. Do you remember how to get in?" This question directed at Aila.