When Amane had extended the invite to travel to Mistral of all places for a weapons expo, Prism had practically jumped at the opportunity. Worldwide travel, especially on someone else's dime? It was practically heaven for the hummingbird, who'd been wanting to see the world beyond Vale for years now. She's dressed casually, the regular halter top and a pair of jeans, the familiar steel box hitched around her waist, and the wings on her back carefully concealed under an oversized jean jacket. Unlike Amane, the hummingbird isn't opting towards an alcoholic drink - simply clutching the can of an energy drink, watching the transaction between her and the vendor carefully.
As Amane packs up her weapon, Prism casts her eyes out to the surrounding crowd as she speaks. "...so, why're we buying a sniper turret? I'm pretty fond of my role on the team y'know, and as far as I know there's no bad blood between us, so I'm hoping that isn't my mechanical replacement."