In the locker rooms.

Kiona found Mike waiting beside a set of double-doors that she knew from past years' conventions to lead into the cosplayers' locker room. It would be the perfect place for her to rest up and later to slip into the main hall of the convention without having to wait in that unending line. "Good afternoon, Michael," she said, already affecting her Fareeha Amari accent. "It's good to see you."

'Michael' laughed when he heard his friend's greeting. "Starting early, huh Kiona?" he said. "I don't blame you wanting to avoid this heat. I'll open the doors up for you, and don't worry, I won't tell anyone you skipped the line. Your image is safe with me."

It had better be, after everything I did for you, Kiona thought. She only thanked Mike graciously out loud, though. No reason to burn bridges.

Mike had the door unlocked in seconds. "I'll leave it open," he said. "In case you want to go in and out through here for the rest of the day. I'll have to lock it up again at night, though."

"Of course," Kiona-as-Pharah said. "I completely understand." As soon as Mike had the door open, she slipped inside, and the two friends went their separate ways.

The three fanboys that had followed Kiona out of the line and to the back entrance to the locker rooms waited until Mike had left to get any closer. Kiona was intimidating, but she didn't have the strength of ConSec's enforcers behind her anymore after he returned to his duties. That meant that they were free to 'investigate' their cosplayer idol even more closely than they had first hoped.

Kiona put down her helmet first and took a moment to feel the chilly, synthetic breeze of the air conditioner wash over her as soon as she entered the locker rooms. They were spacious, with benches and cubbies all along the room, and the actual lockers arranged in rows against the opposite walls.

Once Kiona took in her surroundings, she looked down at herself in all her armored glory. If she was going to properly cool off, she might have to take off the costume entirely. That would be such a pain in the ass. She wasn't sure if the lengthy process would even be worth it, now that she had gotten inside.

Then she heard a noise behind her. She took care not to react too much-- good training from her senses told her not to give away the fact that she knew the positions of any potential attackers. But she turned slowly to face the doors, where the sound had come from, and she saw that there were three faces barely hidden by the double doors to the locker rooms. Probably some perverts looking for a peek at what Kiona had packing under her armor.