Amara was a bit shorter than her, but it didn't really stop the kami from treating her a good foot taller. Eventually letting her go when she went over to pick out a drink of some sort. With their distance now, the idea workers could be snooping on them went down a lot, and much or what remained at the sides here were temporarily closed venues that survived the brunt of it all but were just too close to some of the roads.
"Ya will? Well, whatever plannin' you've gotta do over here, that's fine. I can maybe send ya a brain wave once I'm back home to ask how it's goin' and when this 'relatively soon' would be." She eyes the blue can Amara picked up for a moment before open-palm trying to create a name-brand bottle of water from Earth. A small flicker of light spilled from her hand into a small wad above it before it warped into the appropriate shape. Glowing with a radiance before cooling down and revealing some thirst-quenching water.
Now to see if it was actually water. Jackie would take a swig and chuckle a little at her creation. Pure H20 was... basic.
"They don't tell ya enough how much 'water' tastes like the stuff that's in it rather than the water itself." She held onto it as the two stopped around this machine. "Hopefully you stick around long enough for whatever plan you had. And maybe a meal, on me."
"Not much planning beyond getting Hatchi a headstart on clean up. The city was lucky Lottus was focused more on killing the strong fighters and not doing more damage. He could've leveled half the damn place if his mind was put to it." That sort of petty, petulant sort of destruction didn't seem very Saiyan-like. As such, Lottus had remained (mostly) engaged with Nasu and the other defenders until the bitter end, even going so far as to strike HER with the last dregs of his power. So much contempt for her ideals and her role that landing some damage had been some grand thing for him.
...Amara wasn't really smart. She was booksmart, sure, but when it came to understanding people and politics? An absolute dumbass. She still didn't understand Ward. Lottus less so. And Saiyans? Dream on. "That's what the vending machines are for," Amara snickered at Jackie's hydration escapades. "But keep at the flavorless water if you'd like." Things were escalating quick. "Yeah I'll be on Earth for a while. Make sure to set some time aside for you while I'm there." She was mostly going to just blow off some steam and have some barbecue with Dion, but helping God ascend was now tacked to her bucket list.
Well, that makes two of them. Jackie wasn't built for political intrigue and didn't even know the real reasons behind the suspicions around Derry. Or how to properly navigate a talk with a king. This Taori was going to have to just work with her. In the meantime, she'd laugh a little at Amara's pointed tease at the water. Something she was proud she could even do, so screw it if it still didn't taste like the good bottled stuff. She'd smirk and drink it out of defiance. When you don't work a proper job, it's about the best you can do anyways.
"Yeah, I will!" She let out a sigh of relief after her drink and discard it. The magic that kept the empty bottle together dissipated before it hit the ground into small embers that fly into the air harmlessly. "Just hit me up in my head or otherwise when ya swing on by, alright? I have a few spots I know are good for it, but if ya catch me eating lunch I might be a moment." Well, she wouldn't mind being invited to a barbeque either.
"I can help ya get the whole headstart on Hatchi here done real quick before I skedaddle to Sadala. Make a little sport out of it too if you're game." Repair Challenge? Perhaps she wanted to see how far she could push her own magical creation.
"Sure thing. Good luck in Sadala. I don't think Taori will give you too hard of a time, but given the circumstances? Don't take offense if he's dismissive or anything. That's probably better than what our previous leaders would've done." Rosemary might've laughed her out of the building. Or used her weird mind magic. Probably both. And monarchs before her would've tried smiting the Earthling where she stood for showing up as an unofficial political envoy to some backwater planet. Amara HOPED she could leave the politics of plant in Taori and Alpinia's capable hands, as it was clear Amara hadn't been any good at it.
"If you've got the time to spare, I bet we could knock out a solid block or two. Can't go too fast. Making quality, permanent stuff takes a little more elbow grease than the disposable kind." Not like Amara had planned on doing otherwise. She'd spend a day or two in Hatchi helping out before moving on to Earth. The longer she stayed on the planet, the bigger chance someone would recognize her. Amara didn't want to deal with questions of vitriol aimed at 'The Saiyan Queen' right now. "I'll take the right; you take the left. Loser... no clue, we'll figure it out!"
"One can only hope. I'll believe ya when I am received. Thanks for the heads-up, it still puts me at ease. The tiniest bit, sure, but any bit helps." She'd give herself a moment to collect herself in solemn prayer, eyes closed, before she stopped the pair at their next block. The light and the friendly challenge is a healthy remedy for any sort of dastardly thoughts that should get into either of their heads. The kami opened her eyes and rolled a shoulder at the task ahead.
"Hah, that's more like! Alright!" She hopped to it almost instantly, unaware of just how Amara's own sort of ability worked compared to magic materialization. Winning here wasn't the important part though. It was charity work, and being among people most would only view as statistics after being killed, as well as chilling with like-minded individuals, that kept the earthling grounded in what she believed in. Most workers would just watch in awe, too afraid to get in their way here, but they were no less a person than the super human and tuffle that were these two.
It'd make every little struggle worth it, knowing she eased the growing pains of a turbulent Galaxy.