Both Ro and Topps slept in the next morning. Not together. There were a half dozen folks who crashed in the room with them, their young bodies giving out after binging on booze and drugs and dancing. The trip to Armour was amusing, with the two of them now chatting like lifelong friends, Parfait seems to be quite please at her friends' moods.
You arrive at Armour in the afternoon. Its drizzling outside, and chilly, the kind of "see your own breath" cold. Regardless, the place is active, lots of folks moving crates in from a recent shipment, loading up a truck for another shipment to head south, about ten folks bustling about. Actually, you notice that the activity is from a much smaller group of loaders and lifters than the last time you were here. Ro heads in to chat with Monte Blanc, but ends up having to pay for a couple rooms. He gets adjoining ones, of course, which leaves a question where Topps will sleep, since the rooms both have single beds.
All four of you are heading up the stairs towards your rooms, taking the interior concrete stairs, when you hear a pair of people talking. You recognize one of the voices, right as she comes round the corner from a level above you, chatting with big, strong Fridge about the weight limit on the truck. You see her before she sees you, Jack. It's Aquafina.
Of course, Parfait is right beside you, quiet and observant, she senses your tension, but doesn't know what's wrong.
What do you do?