Allison gave a curt nod to show her agreement with Morgan's plan of action. Ghost had been right, of course. She knew, as they all did, that their costumes made it harder to get things done these days. They had began to have the opposite of the intended effect more and more frequently these days.<br/><br/>Ember rolled her eyes, shooting a glare in the younger mans direction. "Oh, am I so transparent?" she said in a flat voice, rolling her eyes, resting them on Ethan's face. "This isn't a time to joke. You're to easily distracted as it is, and things are serious. Shape up before I'm forced to knock sense into you." She cocked an eyebrow, jabbing her finger in his face as if daring him to challenge her on the situation. She directed her attention back to the rest of the group, her expression softening slightly. "I know it's been said already, and I agree. There's nothing we can accomplish by spending anymore time looking like fools," she commented, her point being reiterated as a few slightly intoxicated people approached the club, smirking at the group.<br/><br/>"Looking good, friends," one of the brave ones called before darting into the club, his courage extinguished.<br/><br/>Allison pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger, frowning. "I vote to head and home and get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, and we'll need to try and pull what little resources we have to find our zones where we'll have the most luck."