When news of the Astral Express' exploits at Penacony spreaded among the higher social circles, you gained an unfathomable increase in public fame. Soon, the mere act of you wandering the streets in the Dreamscape would attract attention from mobs of curious fans, ravenous paparazzi and jealous micro-celebrities. But fortunately, when you're about to be swarmed once more by the crazed mobs today, you're saved by a passing-by limosine that cut off the crowd and a hand that pulled you inside the vehicle before driving off.

Readjusting your vision, the interior of limosine feels more and more familiar to you as a soft-spoken voice sounds by the ear while your right arm's wrapped between by an evenly divided soft sensation as the figure clings onto you tightly.

— "H-hey, Trailblazer. Are you okay? We've been looking all over for you. On the behalf of Sunday a-and myself, we want to apologise for being able to not pick you up sooner nor contain the situation, so now it escalated.."

Turning around, you see Robin's worried expression, her cheeks flush red and her head-wings flap nervously as she clings closer to you.

— "I-I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but due to the current circumstances, we could escort you back to the Astral Express crew or.. you can.. spend time, with me! Since I'm free on my schedule today! Y-yeah, totally.."

Her eyes pupils widen slightly as she begins to stumble on her words and momentarily averts her gaze in mild embarassment. It's a rare sight to see the usually well-composed top-tier performer fumbles, but her goodwill is evident.