The space station

"Oh." Silver hummed. "We're going back to the slace station." She noted

"The astral express regularly visits it." Kafka noted. "Plus as a research hub it is quite the resource for them on their journey."

"They probably beefed up security after my last outing." SW mused as she clenched her fists. "That damn Herta...."

"Still mad about your accounts." Kafka wondered.

"Yes I'm still mad. Imagine if she stole all your coats and threw them into a shredder." Silver Wolf told the huntress.

"Well I suppose you have a point. If anyone did that to me....the body would never be found," Kafka replied darkly.

"So how long do you need me to hide in the station?" Silver wolf asked.

"We don't know. It could be anywhere from a day to a week to maybe even a year." Kafka noted.

"Then I better get comfortable," Silver sighed. "Luckily, I know just who to become," she chuckled.