Re: Off to the Vril Booth
If someone had asked her a month ago how many Englishmen she'd expect to meet in Bourbony, she'd probably have said zero... or maybe 1 or 2. Of course, that was before she knew of the Exposition.
She also hadn't quite realized that the English had explored, invaded and conquered so much of the world... even if they didn't own the Colonies any more, and were still heavily involved in the Far East. Well, the Near East, too.
And here she was meeting an English actress popular on the English stage!
Maybelle seemed a bit anxious (and maybe a bit reluctant?) to be on her way, but Mercy wasn't quite ready to end the encounter just yet.
"We have an airship!" she blurted out. "Would you like to see it?"
"Well, actually, we may have two airships. We sort of commandeered the Vril black ship. I don't think we've decided what to do about it yet... assuming the government doesn't claim it."
"The Falcon belongs to Remi. He's the captain. So far, he's been good about taking us on our quest. He might not want to go on the next leg, though. It's to Lakshadweep. Have you ever heard of it? I hadn't till now."
Under Grimsby's and Marian's 'glare', Mercy suddenly realized she may have said too much. After all, they really didn't know Maybelle. Mercy knew who she was, though, and that sort of made her feel as if she knew her. Besides, it wasn't really a secret that they had an airship. Half the city had probably seen them arrive... since they hadn't snuck in in the dead of night.