Everyone but the look out's sleeping before long.

"Eefa, I think I can get your hair clean, can you move your head over here so I can reach?"

Blink blink.

Okay sure, she'll do what the new person wants.

She's got one hand combing through Eefa's hair, leaving a trail of clean strands behind, pausing to pick at all the tangles,

and another hand steadying herself on the cage, picking the lock with her touch-telekinesis,

noise muffled with a lullaby.

She'll manage the lock way before she manages all the tangles.

Well, might as well finish all the tangles first. Has Eefa noticed the lock.

She has! She stopped moving even a little bit when she heard it and is only taking shallow quiet breaths.

Well at least she's not jumping the gun. Detangle, detangle. Glancing at the guard to see if he's any good at his job.

The guard has not noticed anything and Eefa isn't going to mess that up!

Okay. She gets Eefa's hair in to a loosely tolerable state where she wouldn't call Mental Health Nuisance on parents who let their kid walk around in public like that, and then she concludes her lullaby and gets under the blanket. If Eefa makes a break for it she's ready to create a distraction.

"Leave?" Eefa mouths at her.

"Where?" Pelape whispers back.

"Elysium?"

"How far?"

"Hours on a mule?"

Eefa heard them saying they'd stop there during the afternoon the next day.

Well, the mules move at a walking pace, you can't sustain much more than that even if you have four legs. Can Pelape walk that far... hm.

Does the guard have a gun. Do any of them have guns, actually.

The guard has a rifle, and a few of the sleeping people have pistols in view like the first guy Pelape met.

She's not really confident in her touch telekinesis making her bulletproof.

Also this keeps... happening? And she's increasingly unsure that it's a dream.

And they put a baby in a cage full of her own shit, so.

Fuck them.

She plans out all her movements in her head. She stares at the nearest pistol trying to derive how it probably works.

Reaches out to just barely touch it with the tip of a fingernail and slide it with perfect smoothness into her hand.

Eefa can stay so still while this is happening.

And then she can shift around, oh so slowly and causally, like she's just having trouble getting comfy in the wagon, and -

"Silence," she says, holding it to the guard's head.

He opens his mouth instinctively but doesn't make any sound, his body suddenly very tense.

"I'd love it if everybody could still be alive in the morning. Unload your gun."

He unloads the gun slowly - he really hopes she's not lying, this is only his second run with this crew and he did not expect it to be all that dangerous.

Eefa doubts Pelape is telling the truth but she's not going to do anything about this.

"Hand me the ammo and put the gun on the ground. Slow."