Stakeouts were far too common for members of the Fractsidus and far too quiet. Usually, Scar was the one to break the silence with long, winding stories. But as the group sat outside of the city, it was Phrolova that prompted discussion.

"What. Is that," Scar almost hadn't noticed the Conductor pointing out his little (or big depending on who you ask) zipper right between the legs of his trousers. Ohoho, he's been waiting for this!

"I'm glad you pointed it out, my dear companion." He could already see the regret forming on her face as he began his elaborate description. At this point, he was just wasting time as the time to act drew nearer.

The Conductor wouldn't tolerate him for long. "No- Okay, look. Don't you ever have to whip it out quick and finish your business?" Scar explained, motioning to his inappropriately placed zipper.

"It's practical!" He was beaming as he called out to Phrolova, who was walking away as if she didn't know him. Scar turned to the third of their little group and grinned, he was glad you were here to break this tie. "You agree, don't you?"