"Cool. Then we'll go tonight, if you want, and you can have blue hair and pretend you're foreign. I will make Aitim order the tickets." He sends an email.

"Why'm I foreign? I speak the language."

"Blues all know each other. They'll be like 'oh what city are you from? oh you must know my cousin, she lives right across the street from where I assume based on your surname you work'."

"Oh."

"I don't know why you'd have your boxes be blue-only, it's a stupid policy, but I guess they haven't gone out of business yet." He gets a notification. "Okay, Aitim placed the order."

"Who's Aitim?"

"My brother. Who is blue and can accordingly buy whatever theatre boxes he wants."

"Oh. Weirdass planet."

"Yup."

When Isel arrives she goes up to the truck with her Orvaran-speaking red. "Hey. Thank you for coming on such short notice."

"I could use the money. Why do you need me for?"

Sigh. "So. I have a cousin. Green. He found out that some of the reds Orvara booted for that project city of theirs were starving in the wilderness, and he got upset about it, and he ran over there with some secret military technology I can't tell you about. And they were in worse shape than he expected so he decided the thing to do was to bring them all back to my vacation home where he could get them medical treatment and food and shelter and stuff. And he did that."

"...ah-huh."

"So now there are a bunch of terrified reds in my vacation home and I would like them to be not terrified."

"I can try but that sounds pretty damn terrifying, ma'am."

"I am well aware and I'm really sorry. Is there anything else you suggest I do?"

She shakes her head. "Should I go in now?"

"Yeah, sounds good. Uh, they should consider the whole place at their disposal, and I'm in no hurry to get them out of there before we've found something better."

"...because your cousin just dumped them there with no covers or anything already?" guesses the red, who is halfway into her own shoe covers.

"Correct."

...she finishes putting covers on anyway and hesitates at the door.

"Please don't worry about it. If the place is a loss anyway you might as well feel free to enjoy it."

"Do you want some covers for you to walk around in, then - it's set up so you don't have to touch anything but a fresh pair -"

"Sure -" and she finagles that.

And in goes the red.

The angel has finished with the first patient and is trying to get him to eat a food item she made out of thin air while the fairy holds the next one ready for her.