Carl stood a short distance in front of the door staring at the new window. What the actual heck is 'fissep'. Maybe Vol knows. He refrained from closing the annoying, unmovable status window, barely even thinking about how it was just sitting there taking up space in his vision like a really annoying leaf, or bug, or something stuck to the windshield of his car, which was something that wasn't really a problem anymore with the advances in dynamic car-cleaning systems that had succeeded the traditional and venerable wiper.

  "Urgh, people," Vol said behind him.

  "What's fissep?" he asked, turning to look over his shoulder.

  "Mm?"

  "Fissep." He pointed at the status window.

  "What are you doing!" Vol hissed, waving furiously at him. "Get rid of—Fuck, too late."

  "He got a stat!" shouted a female voice off to the right.

  "Hey, you! What stat did you get? How'd you get that?"

  "Let's go," Vol said, walking briskly back they way they'd come.

  "Uh, dismiss. What's—"

  "Stop him!" came a shout from behind.

  "—going on?" Carl asked. He started after her.

  Vol started to jog. "People," she called back to him, sounding like she was really annoyed, which was something to consider since she'd spent a lot of time here, so if she found something annoying, then probably it was gonna be really freaking annoying, and—

  A blue status window appeared.

  "I got another one," he called as he ran behind her. He chanced a look over his shoulder and saw half a dozen gladiator-y people sprinting after them, looking like they were swiftly closing.

  "Don't fucking encourage them!" Vol snapped. "This way!" She put her left arm out to snag the edge of the building at the nearest cross-street and hooked herself around the corner.

  He charged around the corner after her and almost fell when a hand reached out and dragged him inside the building. "Whoa! Dismiss."

  He was propelled through a doorway and into a chair.