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Phinx sat at a banquet table, arms crossed over her chest similar to a child on the verge of throwing a tantrum. Even the look on her face said 'No ice cream before dinner'. A few of the Invictus escorts sat with her, though they mostly had their attention elsewhere.

"This is gay." Phinx said, "Mulan, isn't this gay?" She asked, her question meant for an Asian woman seated next to her. "What?" The woman asked.

"Isn't this gay?"

"Chemo isn't here, and you're not drunk singing Queen to Stryfe yet. Once again showing off some weird lesbian UST that borders on BST." Mulan answered, "I like you." Phinx said, "Might as well get to know you. And, we don't have UST. We're just co-worker friends."

"Right..."

"You're from China? You don't sound very Chinese." Phinx said to Mulan, "Before I joined the PLA I studied at a university in America. Boston." Mulan answered, glancing around the room. Her eyes fell on Mollem, she read about him.

"No relation to those crazy PLA guys that we had to deal with before?" Phinx asked, "Not that I know of. I hope not." Mulan said, "You never know. Military politics makes for many factions, many of them pro-war. Just with varying levels of nuking and invading."

Mulan shrugged, "It's behind me."