El heard footsteps. Someone cautiously moved along the corridor leading to the hall with the throne and this someone felt very familiar. They found it themselves. The Vagrants sent their messenger ... Or maybe she was here by accident? She was a middle-aged woman in a Galliс Navy flight suit with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail and eyes of an abnormally purple hue. She looked at the same time well-groomed but also stern, as befits a military man. There was no doubt that she was infected. The girl stood in dismay in front of El, whose skin was streaming with iridescent plasma.
- You? You... Who are you? - she stammered, clearly not expecting to see such a thing in front of her.
