A smile spread across Margeaux's lips not too long after, her head tilting to look up towards the Kiriko in front of her, and she found her body almost seeming to wiggle side to side—both in nervousness and pride.
"And Margeaux, you helped Leorio. You kept pressure on my wounds to make sure I wouldn't bleed out, and you waited until after I was treated to question me. You figured out I wasn't who I seemed to be. You pass as well." A giggle was heard at those words, and she soon was bouncing on her heels; hands covering the bottom of her face and mouth in happiness.
"Thank you!" It made her proud. She was able to figure out that this person in front of her was a Kiriko, not a human like he tried to seem to be. Though what made her more ecstatic was that all four of them had passed, and she found herself turning to give a wide smile towards the three males behind her; all of whom gave an equally wide smile in return.
"We'll take you to the exam site, just hold on tightly." Humming in confusion, she turns to face the creatures, and is faced with the smallest one who was already flapping their arms, hovering in the air above her, and she lets another smile curl at her lips before she's grabbing onto their legs, and she can feel the claws on their feet latching onto her—just to ensure she doesn't fall during the flight.
She was flying. It felt—amazing, like she was free. Her hair was trailing behind her, and she had long forgotten about holding her skirt down, just hoping no one could see up it, though they'd be met with a pair of black shorts. Any sounds around her were drained out by the sound of her laughter—much louder than normal, but she didn't care; she was happy.
But the freedom ended too soon for her, and she was soon on the ground once again, her fingers busy combing through her pigtails in an attempt to detangle the strands. With an almost disappointed sigh, she followed the three boys and the Navigator through the town. Gon seemed to be too distracted by the shops to listen as the Navigator spoke to them, and soon, she was bored of him too, opting to join Gon as they walk shop to shop, trying on silly hats and making faces at each other. It was nice to be able to be herself for once—to be able to laugh and smile and joke around. It was the first time in nearly a decade.
Though she was soon pulled away from there, having been looking over "exotic" hair ties that rested in a display case at a shop, and she found herself standing in front of a restaurant. With a tipped head and confused look on her face, she followed the Navigator and the other three inside; her hands clutching onto the back of Kurapika's shirt.
Her mind is elsewhere as the Navigator seems to place an order, though she's quick to follow behind them into a small room. There she stood the furthest back from the door, her hands playing with the straps of her backpack once again, and she let out a small yelp when the room started to move downward.
"It looks like it's an elevator." Kurapika spoke up at that point, and she looked about the room, her eyes wide and curious, watching the numbers pass by.
56…
57…
58…
"So there's no food?" The question from Gon made a smile curl at her lips, and she turned to him, shaking her head.
"I don't think so, Gon. It looks like we've nearly made it."
96…
97…
98…
99…
100.
Another yelp forced its way from Margeaux's lips when the room suddenly stops, and her eyes glance toward the door that opened, revealing a large room filled with people—predominately male and dangerous.