Amidst the Sand

[Neonzumi]

It didn't take long for Enma to feel a bit of remorse for poking fun at her partner in such a way, even if Eliza was the one that suggested Nauru in the first place. Though with that in mind she couldn't help but find the redheads attempt at containing the flaming rage she herself almost ignited amusing, it was good payback as even Loyola didn't quite enjoy having to spend extra time in an underground installation very prone to being backed up and shut off during sandstorms which were quite frequent for reasons obvious to anyone. After being stuck there for a week due to her duties, prolonging her stay even for a day could lead to even more struggles depending on the weather condition. Though at least with Valdez down here she wouldn't be as bored.

Hearing her snarky comment, Enma did feel a bit cornered on what to say back, nipping her own upper lip in a moment of thought before swirling around in a clunky attempt at seeming girlish, bending forwards to let her rack push the fabric as much as possible with her hands behind her back, expression tired, blunt, but somehow in a charming way, ready to pull the so called desperate comeback. "I thought you'd like the commando military look." Definitely not referencing an actual commando given how much larger, and free her front couple bundle package seemed apart from her back side appearing to have "no strings attached". At least that gave more than clear enough confirmation to Eliza that Enma did run out of spare clothes with the time she was stuck down here. "And here I almost slipped my tongue and called you beautiful irregardless of being messy or not." She'd end that statement with a very obvious smug smile and a short sarcastic wink before turning back around, immediately continuing to walk forwards, a bit more ahead of Eliza this time, finally coming around to giving an actual reply to the second part of her provocation. "I think mother had enough of me in that fancy suit."