Cole had first burst into the club with the full intent to kill literally anything in his way, but it wasn't until he was in the midst of the club itself, a club devoid of chaos and massacre, devoid of anything even resembling a Wendigo (as far as he knew), that he paused for half a heartbeat before instantly resuming course to the VIP room. He had almost kicked in the door, and when the guards seemed to react, Cole had a split second where instinct told him they needed to die before his thoroughly taxed control caught up and he held his ground. He still had the motor cycle helmet on that Cat had given him. Even Ezra might not recognize him instantly, let alone club security who couldn't see him through the Djinn field he projected. He held up his hands to show he wasn't a threat, then slowly pulled the bike helmet off, roughly around the time Cat arrived with him.<br/><br/>Two things happened then. First, Ezra recognized Cole, and once realization set in, her eyes sharpened to that ageless queen and she commanded the room be cleared. The second thing to happen was that Cat would notice that Cole's face had two blue smudges along either cheek, and some of it along his ears. The first notion to hit her was that it was some kind of paint from the interior of the helmet, but that was impossible because it was<i>her </i>helmet and she certainly wouldn't apply anything like that to the interior. Her razor sharp mind caught on then. It wasn't something the helmet had put on him, it was something the helmet had<i>rubbed off</i>! The scent on the bike, it had been with him all night and it was difficult to say if it was just natural or if he had applied some kind of worn down cologne, but it wasn't any of that.<br/><br/>It was makeup. Skin-toned makeup. Applied to cover his natural color underneath.<br/><br/>His face was grim as he waited for the others to clear the room. He tried to ignore the fact that Karly had stayed. Ezra would have dismissed the poor girl if she felt she couldn't be trusted with the information about to be shared. He closed his eyes, sighed, and then looked to his queen once more, clearing his throat in an effort to remain affable and respectful in tone. "You... were not answering your phone..." He stated, simply. It was spoken with the reverence and duty he always expressed for her... but deep under the tone, there was just a<i>touch </i>of someone's annoyed parent who had been worried for hours.<br/><br/>He continued, not wanting to dwell too long on<i>that</i>, and set about explaining what all they had discovered so far. The heist being a cover up, their findings at Cheshire's, the ones most likely responsible being within their circle, and finally the Wendigo which either had been summoned, or would be soon, with the intent to assassinate her. He laid it all out in painstaking detail, yet succinctly enough to not waste her time. "Naturally, we need to get you to a secure location." he concluded.