One second Lorica is being swallowed by the sewer cape, the lion mouth opening far too wide, and the next she's being vomited out. A flood of stomach acid and chunky flesh is expelled with her, as well as what might be naked bodies.
She emails Aisha.
When we know what all our powers are and Sarcina gets us all suits made are you still up for assassinating Heartbreaker?
Great. Do you want to try out my power, we don't know what it does yet besides let Lacuna sleep.
I'm glad you got so much out of that field trip to Egypt you must have taken but I don't communicate in pictograms.
A good thirty minutes pass before before Lorica Tribune gets another email:
wait shit you dont live at that theater
ill take the power testwere you at
one of the crappy play and your mom
After another twenty minutes Aisha is at her place, looking for a person to follow through the front door.
And she noticed Aisha! The bit where it was a Loricae who noticed Aisha wasn't actually relevant.
She glares at Castra and then rolls her eyes - the two universally applicable responses.
She hesitates and then shrugs, calming herself down from the scare.
Also she starts suppressing her power, since if people are going to notice her anyways it might as well be when she's actually supposed to be noticable.
They don't notice.
A robot floats into the room. "You've been corresponding with one of the unnamed Loricae," it says. "She's upstairs."
The robot leads her to her! "Hi! Now I have you right where I want you, namely, impaired in trying to talk to me with animated images."