*Lola felt that she was... a third wheel. Not just unnecessary but impeding things to a degree. She wanted to help, but as things moved on, she felt fairly sure she was just making it worse. She maneuvered her privacy barrier and took her clothes behind hit to finish getting dressed.*

*This didn't stop her from talking, that'd be madness.*

You should start by looking out the window, the sky should help prove what we're saying. And thank you.

*Lola popped her head out from her barrier, looking at Allen.*

I told you your hair was in need of work!

*Lola went back to getting dressed after that.*

We're here because we're supposed to be the heroes they need here. Summoned here to help protect innocent people from the jerks who fight for Noir. We're kinda huge rock stars, only we have to fight bad guys.