[What the hell was taking Lottie so long? Did she have to re-tuck those enormous cow udders into her slutty costume?

By now Fukawa's got half a mind to pee herself. She's supposed to hold their spot and mind their grub, but it's getting irritating, and she's not that hungry. Seriously, Lottie was so self-centered!

At last she's had enough. Fukawa swoops away from the table and towards the toilets, seething under her breath. It's not long before she's found the dim length of alley they've cordoned off for lavatories.

And in that lean light, she spots her roommate. At first she thinks she's crying. But the way she's holding her arms isn't quite right. Like she's doing some sort of...Russian kick dance? Or dancing with a ghost.

Fukawa frowns. What is this? Should she — what's that Lottie's saying?]

...I f-followed the signs to the bathroom. [She scoffs, taking sour strides closer. Come on, how else would she have found her?] You're sure t-taking your sweet time out here. Your tea is getting cold. Don't blame me if it's undrinkable by the time you get back!