Through the whole ordeal, Vixen remained entirely quiet, and still...as other members of the crowd started to stand, she still sat, trying to figure out exactly what had just happened.
Another mental notice drew her out of her trance, namely Mal's shout, and she stood. Walking slowly to a table in the back, she nudged a piece of broken glass with her foot, and frowned. that one has a broken mind... she thought to herself. Recovering a glass of wine, Vixen sat, and took a deep sip, before withdrawing to the Meeya-Wildcat, and, through it, the Neural-net. She'd return to reality when someone addressed her, or when the bride and groom returned to the place...
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
