001 ✖ 体中が熱くなってくる 

[ Even under the shelter afforded by the VERANDA, the Meradans are visibly shivering, huddled together in a corner and taking whatever wine passes by them in hopes of warming themselves. Misato has been watching them for some time, her hood and scarves allowing her the freedom to stare freely, but she makes her move only when another Host passes by, starting to walk toward the group with only a brief invitation for her ally to join her. Two is better than one. ]

( Follow me and do as I do. )

[ She stops at a respectable distance, having gauged it from watching, and takes off one of her many scarves to present it to the envoy standing to the very left, the most high-ranking one, having gauged it from watching, and listening, closely. Then she draws a deep bow, saikeirei, and holds herself in place with the scarf draped over her outstretched arms, allowing the awkward moments to pass by as the Meradans stare at the top of her hooded head, not understanding what her gesture means. This is the gambit. In letting them disrespect her, it earns her a moral advantage as they try to compensate for their perceived mistake -- well, Misato doesn't quite think of it that way, when it implies a degree of dishonesty that she can't condone, but she knows that the most loyal friends are the ones who owe you.

A few beats too late, in the language of the Rabadoceans: ]

A gift.

[ The Meradans let out a low cough, the equivalent of an uncomfortable laugh, before the leftmost one finally accepts the scarf. Misato ends her bow, her mind thrilled with the rush of nearly dropping something precious only to catch it at the very last minute. Luck, or something like it. ]

002 ✖ IT'S AUTOMATIC (closed to pidge)

[ It's long after the end of the evening, but Misato is too awake still from sharp-edged excitement -- no, fear, no, focus. Too fixated on cataloguing everything she saw and heard today that she forgot to take off her layers upon layers of disguise even when already sitting on her chosen bed inside the windowless room, typing everything into her databank before her mind chooses to forget the most important details.

So it's mere hours before dawn when she finally takes to wandering the apartment, tiptoeing into rooms and peeking into beds to find a certain girl, a bundle of her scarf cradled against her side. She says nothing once she finally finds her, taking a seat nearby and opting for a mental connection. The heights of paranoia. One can never be too careful. ]

( Hey, Pidge, hey, look-- ) [ She unwraps the bundle gingerly to reveal the mechanical insect. ] ( For all we know, it could be listening to us, so be careful. But if you play around with it, it might tell us something. )

003 ✖ WILDCARD

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