There's a strange noise to her six. Lemuen pivots and points, gun aimed at the source. It's a drone. The instant she sees the 'precision instruments' mounted on it, Lemuen surmises its owner. The drone buzzes and hangs in the airflow. 'What's the joke this time?' she says, her sigh tinted with frustration. Eyeing the lens of the drone, Lemuen puts her gun down. 'You didn't come for me today. That's my win. 'It looks like after ninety-nine days, you've hit your limit, Lemuen.' There's a hint of playfulness in the voice carried by the drone. 'Time's a limited resource. I don't have enough to keep wasting on keeping a problem girl entertained. 'Anyway, is this little cutie attending class for you again today, Lia?' Lemuen continues to head for the school building. Having the drone she calls the 'little cutie' tag along behind her is something she's all but used to by now. Through the drone's video cam, Serpilia surveys the pink-tinged, long-haired Sankta. Once the headmaster and teaching faculty had given up on urging her to attend classes, this pink-haired Sankta was left to tackle the dumb matter of 'telling Serpilia to come to class' all alone. It's, well, how to put it? Real amusing. Worth watching closely. Staring at the transmitted image with all the patience in the land, Serpilia is an observer to the pink-hair's every move, to how she'll try and find Serpilia today, or maybe the little 'gift' Serpilia's prepared for her. She loses herself for just an instant when a 'thump' comes through, and she realizes the pink-hair's wrecked another of her drones. 'That drone just now was a holographic image. This one's the real 'cutie,' isn't it? You can't waste good technology like this. 'Enough hiding. If you want to observe me, there's no better way than standing in front of me and taking a good long look. Very, very, carefully.' 'Auuugh, guess that wouldn't fool you after all...' Serpilia hops down from the roof, totally deflated, and flops over on a bench near Lemuen. 'Still, it's my win. 'And you doubled your loss. Once for giving up on making me come to class, and again for using your gun to shoot down the little gift I gave you.' 'Oh? 'Well, why not take another look around you?' Right on cue, there's a shrill whistle, then an orderly formation of students, each head topped with seven or eight scoops of ice cream, comes rushing past. Serpilia's face is the picture of bewilderment. 'It's time for class, Lia. Today's Social Activities will be about escorting desserts outdoors.' The pink-haired Sankta props herself up on the bench. Serpilia turns her head away, wanting to avoid Lemuen's line of sight, but is blinded by the fierce sunlight. In all the commotion of the street, all Serpilia can catch is Lemuen's murmur. 'Send me your 'little cutie' once you fix her up, and don't forget to spray it a color I like.'