"You know it," Elena said, deadpan. "Had to borrow a nurse's powder puff to do so, though. I bet they think we 'mental patients' are going to commit ritual suicide with an eyeliner pencil." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively and laughed. It was impossible not to smile, not when Alfons was finally believing what they were telling him, even if it was cautiously.

They were on the right, then. Always a good thing.

"Cross my heart," she echoed Reno. "He's actually the first guy I met here, and one of the nicest. I've never even seen him really, truly angry before."

Busying herself with her toast, Elena looked away. "You saved our butts. Really, you did. But it was a really, really, REALLY stupid thing to do. I don't know what would have happened if someone hadn't given her a hug...but..."

[ooc: Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. LJ ate my post yesterday and I didn't notice. ;_;]