Leela made a quick mental list of the other people she trusted. Gren, Guybrush, Niikura, Chise. Erika, provisionally; the younger woman was a bit bossy. Her admiration for Taura went up even more. Here was someone who'd made plans, real ones that didn't consist of 'kick everyone's butt and hope for the best.' She leaned in closer, hoping she wasn't broadcasting we're up to something.

"It would have to be during the day. Because at night, first of all, who would even notice? And second, that would get the monsters and any evil doubles or houses or anything out of the equation."

Think, Leela, think. She drummed her fingers on the arm of the couch, briefly attracting the attention of the cat again. "I just don't see any way of getting a message to them that isn't in person. And I'd hate to have to count on them just happening to find out what we're doing in time to help, or do their own thing. But hey! I'm a courier. Basically. 'Our crew is expendable, your package isn't.'" She laughed. Who would ever have thought that attitude would come in handy as training for a place like this?

No one, that was who. Leela didn't know anyone insane enough to imagine this situation, and that was saying a lot. "I can try to talk to Marc, and find out if he already has something planned that we could pitch in on."