Standing off to the side and away from the main stage, Britannia was trying her best to be inconspicuous. Trying being the keyword there. (When most of your life is spent as a military superpower, skills like "remaining unnoticed" tend to go undeveloped.)

With the new round beginning and a need for a player, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Britannia wasn't up for the task of being a weapon this week. Her complexion, unusually wan, was a dead giveaway that she wasn't feeling well.

Surprisingly, however, it was the only sign. Everything else- her clothes, her posture... even her blandly pleasant smile were all perfectly in place. If it weren't for the fact that she looked like she'd been smacked one too many times with a powder puff, no one would have been the wiser.