Mervamon is pacing again. Makes it hard to sleep. Think. Or do much of anything, honestly. Alicia groans pitifully on the floor, attracting all of their attention. "How is this going to work if we can't successfully get the others?" she mumbles, shaking her hands out in agitation.

"I don't know," Poseidomon says with no lack of impatience. "But we need to figure it out and soon."

Shadows are lurking, others interested in being involved, to try to not meet the same fate the rest had up to this point. Mervamon grits her teeth, rolls her eyes. "If you have something to say," she snaps, "then say it already. God."

Rustling follows this and finally a blue creature with green wings steps forward, intense eyes locked on them both. Poseidomon is unaffected but Mervamon finds herself somewhat intrigued, despite her general disinterest in... everything that's not power, really. "Let me go next," he says, grazing Alicia's motionless form with his sharp toenails. "I will... make it worth your while."

Mervamon swallows. Finds herself nodding. "Very well. If you think you can, then go ahead. Just remember they've already destroyed a number of us. And we are on something of a timeline here." Her heated gaze trails up and down his body quickly. "If you succeed, I suppose... I will have a reward for you once we've accomplished what we've set out to do."

His smirk is re-inforced by the smug tone of his voice when he responds. "I look forward to seeing what exactly that is."

He leaves and Poseidomon rolls his eyes. "Get a room before the rest of us become ill," he mumbles, watching as Mervamon ignores him and kneels down by Alicia, brushing some of the hair out of her eyes.

"Yes, you will do what I require of you quite nicely," she tells the downed woman with a sneer. "Quite nicely indeed."