Zoisite let out a soft sigh as he looked around the barren room, devoid of so much as a single curtain at the small windows. This was not somewhere Nephrite should be, even for a brief time. He settled gingerly into his uncomfortable seat.

"Nephrite," he asked softly, "Will you be alright here?"

He was risking their manager's wrath by visiting, but Zoisite didn't much care about that; Ms. Beryl was nothing for him to respect, or fear. What disturbed him more, was that the other two hadn't come. Even Kunzite should feel some regret over how far this bickering had gone now; and where was Jadeite?