<div style="background-color:#6c9cb8; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #000000"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">A gifted girl? Alannah wondered what that could mean. As far as she was concerned she wasn't exactly gifted. Just a different species than human, a really weird species, sure, but a different species none the less. Was she like Dimitri, then, with something from both worlds? Or even more alien than Alannah; a naiad, perhaps? She drained the last of her coffee thoughtfully from her cup. Whatever it was, she had to know more. The mystery girl had needed help, and she needed help from the supernatural community. Why she had been brought all the way to Boston was strange in itself, but she knew Dimitri had had a good reason. As sad as it was to admit to herself, he hadn't come for her.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Ya've always been a curious one. Betty's gettin' older 'n older,"</span> she said in response to his inquiry about the family dog. <span style="font-weight: bold">"And yeah, it's a bit chilly, but hey, it's either risking to freeze to death, or dry out to death for sure. I know what I prefer."</span> She shrugged, set her cup aside, and then rested her elbows on the countertop as she leant forward, speaking in a slightly hushed voice even though she wasn't sure why. She could hear cleaning-noises from the kitchen mixed with Dan's voice. He was singing Lady GaGa songs again. Alannah was determined to ignore Dimitri's half suggestion of hanging out later, but she never had the opportunity to form a reply.<br/><br/>She leaned a bit to the side to see past Dimitri. Her eyes widened and her right eyebrows shot upwards. It was that unsettling man from earlier. The unsettling man who had left, and who most certainly had not come inside again. Not through the door, anyway. She stood to her full height again and crossed her arms. It was impossible to miss Dimitri's reaction to him, and she had half an idea of who the man could be. Still, she wanted to make sure.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Ya didn't come through the door. I bettah not find a broken window back there,"</span> she told him in an irritated tone. If he was who she thought he was, she was fairly certain she wouldn't have to clean up broken glass. She hoped she was wrong. The alternative of dealing with a god rather than a person was just so much worse.</span></div></span></div>