Yona had turned to hear what Oykai might say by way of introduction. This would have been the role of Johann, to take charge with knowing all the paperwork and the ship names, and everything not field related. Yona had hardly lifted a pen unless coerced to for the paperwork at WFTC. Oykai's voice was surprisingly kind, taking her by surprise. Luckily for her, the blue robed mage had focused on Oykai's words and not her expression. She was able to wipe the look from her face and keep it off, but it didn't get easier to keep up with the facade when she felt Oykai slip his hand into her's. She glanced at his white hand holding her's, feeling a rosy flush on her cheeks. Her mouth went dry and she was half happy that the man with Ruvel, who introduced himself as her husband, Jasper, was able to lie to eloquently.
She enclosed her hand around his, minding that she had to aid his lie for it to truly succeed. Her hand felt warm with nervousness and she set her jaw in an awkward smile, trying to play the role of a wife when she had never even dated anyone seriously before. Oykai's change in personality, tone of voice, and everything gave her a sudden new perspective on him. Was he really faking this that well? Or did he have a warmer heart than he had usually projected? When he leaned in to kiss her cheek, she had to close her eyes, knowing whatever look she expressed in them would not be hidden from the robed man in the slightest. She was rendered nearly speechless during this time, her face heating up even more. To her advantage, the robed man had looked her and Oykai over and nodded with a knowing smile. "Kind of a nervous one you have there, Mr. Hisamori. Everything else seems to be in order. I will take care with the ship to be sure no damage is done." He bowed his head to Sol as Sol explained himself and penned something down on the papers in his hands. He turned and started calling out to some dock workers securing the ship to the port's wooden dock.
Yona looked up at Sol, then opening her vibrant green eyes. She wondered if he could tell just how embarrassed she was by Oykai's display. She listened as Sol complained of all he could be doing but hadn't been able to, her mind starting to wander back to Oykai beside her. Why had he used that, of all things, as his lie? Had he no other secret plausible identities? He couldn't have given his real name? A fake name? Why did he have to drag her into his lie!? She turned her attention back to Sol and said politely, "It sounds like a grand old time. I am glad we showed up in time to find you then, though. You could really be a great help here."
The plant mage hadn't dared look at Ruvel, having no idea what sort of look Ruvel might give her. He might not understand their words, but Oykai's actions were fairly suggestible and obvious to interpret. There were no hand gestures Yona could make to explain about Oykai's lie, at least no gestures she could make to Ruvel. "Yes, we can follow you then, Sol." The woman said distantly, moving to start following behind Sol, trusting his expertise and trusting that he had been here long enough to figure it out. She felt a light weight, a tug on her hand, and upon realizing that she had never let go of Oykai's grasping "husband" hand-hold, Yona finally released him. "H-h-how, I mean where is it," Yona started to ask after a few minutes, trying to focus her thoughts on what was at hand. The military personnel and medical examiners on the road helped steel her mind for the job again.
Yona took the mask from Sol, almost arguing because she had her own Onyx Moon mask somewhere on her person. Of course, that mask would be a horrible way to reveal her secret identity and the connection of WFTC to the guild. "Thank you," She said to Sol. She held the mask with both hands, looking over the quarantined area with a squinted and investigative gaze. There was a tall wire fence put up and a second one a few meters past it, a good way to secure the area at least to start. By the size of the shipping containers and machinery nearby, Yona thought it was safe to assume that they were preparing to increase that security if anything within the quarantine became seriously worse. Yona strode up to the doctors and lifted a hand in greeting, "My name is Yona Hisamori. My group comes with me from the West Fiore Trading Company in order to lend a hand here. I need to speak to someone who knows the details of what is going on here."
The doctor listened and his face hardened as she continued speaking. "I am Malik Wakanga, chief medical executive, and I am afraid we don't need your help. We are handling this internally and very well, thank you." Yona looked shocked and glanced back at Ruvel. She lifted the flap on her bag and revealed a folder, sliding out a piece of watermarked paper. "I think you're mistaken, Mr. Wakanga. We are here to help. We accepted a contract, this is obviously more important than a simple business contract, but we have one nevertheless. We were invited here." Yona shifted uncomfortably as he reached out a hand for the paper with an impatient grab. His eyes scanned the paper, then the group, then the paper again. He sighed, shoulders slumping and then returned the paper with a tired look. "Call me Malik then, if we are equals here. And who are all of you?" The doctor waited for introductions with a perfunctory gaze and then returned his attention to Yona, "Looks like the city requested you and that's over my head. Come, we can talk in my office. They have a little one made up for me in that tented area."
He gestured for the group to follow and indeed around the side of the building, where a luscious garden bloomed and gave way to a small park, a series of flat-topped white tents had been arranged. Malik rubbed his face, the wrinkles around his eyes reminding Yona of her father. This man was somewhere in his middle age, or older, with brown hair that had not yet grayed and brown eyes that seemed so tired, that Yona wondered, not for the first time, just how bad the situation really was. "Malik, how many affected? What are the symptoms? It would help me a lot if there was a cataloged list I could look through to understand the timeline here," Yona pressed him, eager for the information, not taking much regard for the man's needs himself. Malik swept his way into a large tent, pointing at the chairs around the edges as he moved to take a seat at a cheap makeshift desk covered in stacks of papers. "I have all that. Don't you think I have looked at the symptoms? Don't you think I have spent hours staring at the timeline?!" He gestured with his hands wide behind him and Yona finally noticed a series of wires, strings and things attached to them. It was an array of photos, hastily made descriptions in barely legible doctor script, and even folded patient reports, with names and ages stamped on the outside.
Yona took a breath but not a seat. There was no time for sitting. "I'm not here to take over. But my team here, we have fresh eyes. Let us have a look, give us a chance to help. We won't be in your way," She implored with a softer tone. She had apparently been too abrupt and sharp and the guy was on defense. Malik got to his feet again, looking like he wanted to argue some more, his whole body held tense and still in front of Yona, but he said nothing. Then he exhaled and gave a nod, walking towards the exit of the tent. "Go on then. I have other things to attend to."
WC: 2837+1420= 4257 /3,000
Turned in exam, will complete as job