“I know who you are.”
Ed ignored the young woman, her hands on her hips, standing over their table. Just a few minutes ago, she’d brought them food not cooked over an open fire – the scent alone had made him nearly drool – and a few minutes before that, hot drink. All he wanted to do was eat. But now the woman was staring at him, her brows furrowing, and looking at Ling, and Donkey Kong and Lion King, too, and her jaw was tightening, and while Ed didn’t know shit about women, he knew what a clenching fist meant.
She stomped her foot, which was a lot better than smacking him upside the head with a wrench. “You’re Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist!”
Heinkel tensed ever so slightly, and Greed – yeah, definitely Greed, who was enjoying his meal - reluctantly put down his fork, and Darius looked up from his meal, his big head turning to the woman. “Him?” he snorted. “This little guy, he ain’t who you think he is.”
“Yeah,” Ed gritted his teeth, trying not to fly over the table at Darius, “I’m not him.”
“He’s taller,” Heinkel said helpfully, and Ed glared at him, hot enough to burn Lion King to a crisp.
“I know who you are,” the woman went on, and she reached into her blouse. Greed’s interest piqued, he watched, a smile curling his mouth, and Ed wanted to slap him for the obvious lechery in his eyes. She pulled out a locked and opened it, shoving the picture under Ed’s nose. “And this is my sister.”
His eyes crossed as he focused on the picture, a blond girl, blue eyes, surrounded by a delicate frame of gold. “Uh, huh?”
“She’s missing,” the woman said, “and I need you to find her.”