"There are so many!" Jonathan now stood crouching all the time as he helped Nathalie with all of her luggage sprawled on the carpeted floor, with each of them opened, and checked what was inside of it.
[You think so?]
"Of course! It's insane, Miss—"
Nathalie prodded his lips, shutting them in an instant.
"Mystique…" she clarified.
Only then he cleared his throat and said, "Yes, Lady Mystique."
Just as much as she tried to hold it, she groaned a tad bit with the kind of upset that he still had this polite nature in him despite the differences in their status and reputation.
She didn't know she would be happy or too sad at this point.
[You could've dropped the title, but whatever,] she replied, then casually flinging her hands up and away from her shoulders.
"No can do—"
[We have to act, Mister. We can't blow things up, right?]
