Leina: Alright. We just need to act normal... calm like... Please, don't do anything wild again. I don't want to sleep under a bridge again...
Sekhmet: Alright already. I'm sorry about the last time. I just lost my head when they discriminated against us for being alternates. It's frustrating.
Meta-Gurl: New girls! And they’re holding hands—adorbs! Welcome to the Estrogen Empire, lovelies!
Leina: We, uh—just need a room. Nothing fancy. Maybe soundproof?
Meta-Gurl: So, how long have you two been a 'we'? Days? Centuries? Alternate-timeline minutes?
Sekhmet: Long enough to know you’re stalling. Do we pass the girlfriend test or not?
Leina: Look, most places see 'Alternate' and whip out the banhammer. We just want a roof.
Meta-Gurl: Hey, estrogen only discriminates against drama. You bring chaos, you get the fan.
Meta-Gurl: First, each floor has a rep. If they got a free room, they'll help you. Two, the floors between 14 and 55 should have a room each, if not more
Sekhmet: What’s the catch?
Meta-Gurl: Well, just know that my bestie likes to pick a few gals to join her for her annual singing contest. Trust me, it's one party you don't wanna miss.
Leina: I can’t sing in front of anyone—my voice cracks at 'Happy Birthday'!
Meta-Gurl: Then you’d better start warming up, Princess Off-Key. You and your friend are just the type my bestie likes. Also, she's coming tomorrow at eight.