Zone D -- The Foam

[The Future Warrior]

Graowr's mood was all bright and chipper. The water was getting more shallow, slowly but surely. Down to only about her chest height now, letting her actually walk without getting a facefull of muddy brine every few (dozen, probably) seconds. That was a nice change of pace, and not just because of the lack of water in face. It also let her move quicker, and get going right along. "Getting closer! Water's getting less deep, means we're going the right way!" she said happily.

"Yeah, I'd guess so," Isaac agreed, looking around warily. Somehow it just seemed to be going...all too easily.

She was about to say something else, but then...someone else jumped out in front of them. Both space engineer and former time patroller recoiled in surprise, ready for a fight but struck dumb by the sudden arrival. And the demands. When the insectoid creature finished speaking, having made its demands, the majin just stared at him for a long, long while without saying anything.

"Cell! You're here, too?!" she suddenly blurted out, hands clenching into fists. In a very uncharacteristic display, her expression twisted into a scowl, teeth clenched and bared in as much emotion as she'd shown since getting here. "You..." she started, but faltered. Even back when she'd been at full strength, had all of her abilities, Cell was a tough fight. He was pretty strong. With how weakened she was now, in the Omniverse...could she even beat him? Cell was probably weakened too, but how much she couldn't tell. And with Isaac here...

The aggression bled out of her posture and she straightened up. "...alright, fine. You can have it, Cell. Just bug off and don't cause any trouble, okay?" The giant green cockroach just sneered, with a hissing breath. He didn't agree, but he didn't refuse. Grumbling under her breath, the azure demon brought a hand up to her chest, pressing it in and letting it disappear up to the wrist. When she pulled it out again, it held a length of chain. "Here. Take it." And she tossed it at Cell.

The bug-man snatched it out of the air. "Good choicce," he hissed, backing away. "Have a nicce time!"

Graowr has handed over her item drop to Cell to avoid the Challenge.