Nita's own clothes were beginning to itch, being around in this weather under the exertion they'd been in. It was frustrating that she hadn't been able to do much to reverse the magic of the arrows, though the arrows she found she was able to contain safely.

/Hey, Trunks,/ Nita greeted, in the Speech so that it would sound like Greek (heh) to the people around them.

/Any luck on your end?/