Constance entered the shower troubled. She was hoping that the four of them would get along like peas in a pod - she genuinely like each and every one of them. But Heather was proving just a touch... difficult? The ultimatum was there - reveal the secrets of the guild, or be held forever at a distance. It wasn't quite fair - she wasn't in control of the weather, and she still had obligations even when she was out of uniform. She was sure Heather had signed an NDA or two in her career. And that little crack at Riley was the mother of all cheap shots.<br/><br/>But showers have a way of washing away one's cares, especially when one has been flying from sunup to late night. And over her career, Connie had developed the ability to let these things roll off her - if they didn't, she'd have died a nervous wreck years ago. So when she came back out of the shower, she was refreshed and her smile was firmly back in place. She hastily threw on her underthings, blouse and skirt, and sat with the others, between Molly and Riley and across from Heather, completing the circle even as she rescued yet another bottle of something brown and sharp from the confines of the mini-bar. The hotel was going to be regretting that concession in the morning. Or not - the markup they put on the stuff in the fridge was highway robbery, so they'd make their money back soon enough anyway.<br/><br/>"So we're talking about games, are we? I was always partial to Seven Minutes in Heaven back in the day. Though..." Her eyebrow lifted just a little as she gave a pointed smirk at Heather. "There's a little diversion I learned on a night with my colleagues in Bangkok that you all might find fun. It's a bit of a trade secret, but I think I'd be willing to risk my wings over it... if you all are interested." Her voice raised up a bit, issuing a challenge along with the invitation.