"Edward?" gasped Lan Fan.

"You're our escort, aren't you?" Ling exclaimed excitedly clinging on to Edward, because it couldn't simply be called a hug.

"Get off!" snarled Edward in his typical fashion. "I'm not the only one, you idiot pince!"

"I thought i corrected you on the phone." gloated Ling smugly.

Riza Mustang came in then, and ignored Ed and Ling, and offered Lan Fan a couple of disguises.

"One's for Emperor Yao." Riza explained.

"That's a good idea; we don't want anyone to recognize us, after all." Lan Fan praised lightly, smiling softly at the older woman.

Ling asked, "Aren't you usually with the Fuhrer?"

"He's rallying our troops to stop the rebellion." Riza Mustang explained, one hand pressing lightly against her stomach.

Lan Fan pulled on her disguise above her bodyguard uniform. She pulled her hair in to a simple ponytail, rather than keep in her usual bun. She, now, looked like a normal Xingese citizen.

She tossed Ling his disguise, once, she had seen that he had let go of the famed Fullmetal Alchemist.

Ling quickly pulled on the civilian clothes, and pulled his hair out of its ponytail, hopefully they wouldn't be noticed.

They also hoped beyond hope that Mustang was winning.