Sakura had earned a rather garishly colored outfit, though she couldn't see much of it herself. "I hate this technology," she ground out, twitching her hand and the accompanying crop she 'held' in it. Looking to the side, she straightened up, Marco's pace altered as someone approached them both.

"Gotta get 'im in the gates," the little man said, reaching for Marco's reins. Sakura pulled them up, out of his reach, if it was an awkward tug on Marco's mouth at the same time.

"Which one?" she asked, sounding grumpy. She didn't want to play along, and it was evident in her tone of voice.

"Three," their would-be leader said, frowning up at her. "Get going, we don't have all day."

Only they did.

Hell, they had all week!

"You heard the man," she groused, muttering at Marco under her breath. "Are things like this common on your world?"