Standing up, he made a few steps away from the table. "While I would love to see you carrying me around, Ishibashi-sama, I believe your hands are not meant to perform that kind of manual labor," he returned to her with a cheeky smirk. "I will contact you again once I have something for you." His smirk dwarfed down back to a normal expression. Wanting to keep it professional in some way, he bowed deeply infront of her, then smirked at her again as he stood up straight again. And with that, he turned around and left her alone.
In the meantime, Sombra and Noel had taken a deep dive into the public commercial section of the Star City. Armed with various dresses she had found, the curacaoan woman had taken control over a changing room. The young rheinlandian boy sat on a bench, bored, lost in thought. Left and right were each two bags filled with their recent purchases. "Noel, could you lend me a hand?" Sombra sounded out of her changing room, and as if going shopping with that girl had sucked any life motivation out of him, he slowly stood up and moved to the changing room. Peeking inside, he sighed, then pulled the curtain back to fully seal the inner area off from any curious eyes. With a slight blush, he turned around, leaving uncommented what he just saw.
Ezrael stood infront of him now, giving the boy a surprised look. "Huh. And here I thought I was the pervert."
"What, eh, I mean, she asked me to do it!?" Noel returned, trying to defend himself. The last thing he wanted was to look like he was a voyeur.
"You really surprise me, Noel. Anyway, Sombs, get dressed. We're done here and have to leave now, time is running." He smirked at the young boy.
"But I'm not done yet!" she sounded out of the cubicle, her voice slightly muffled.
Ezrael sighed, looking at the four bags on the bench. "Get dressed. If you're not ready in two minutes, Noel and I will return to the ship without you."
And thus, only half an hour later, Noel, Sombra and Ezrael returned to the Charming Rover in the hangar bay, packed with six bags stuffed with clothing. The Hussar launched, heading for what seemed like a void area of space, just to disappear without a trace from any radar as it landed in the cloaked mothership...