Inside the apartment, Mary heard Joe's flamboyant introduction. From around the corner of the wall that made her little alcove in the living room, her head poked out to stare at the boys as they entered the building. "Right here," She said quietly, her hand giving a limp half-wave. She immediately went back into her small personal space, pushing some things on the desk squeezed back there into a drawer. It was a pretty damned small desk, but it fit what was necessary through it and it had that super dumb retractable monitor setup, so when the computer wasn't in use it could be used as a general flat surface for other stuff.<br/><br/>Salem walked over to said alcove, leaning against the wall as he initiated a conversation. "So, we're heading out," He began. Mary's response was of halfhearted interest.<br/><br/>"Neat. Where to?"<br/><br/>"Out to dinner, that Chinese place down the road. The one that doesn't suck."<br/><br/>"Cool, bring me some fortune cookies." Mary didn't plan on going anywhere that night, and figured the others would just be doing things on their own. Typical boy's night out, that sort of deal.<br/><br/>"You're coming with us, go get dressed," Salem replied. He was about to say something else when he heard Joe freaking out, and he immediately went over to make sure he wasn't dying. "We need to go to a hospital? I can't carry you there, we'll probably need to call someone." He sounded quite concerned, and he basically forced Joe to sit in the nearest chair so he didn't fall over and shatter his skull. While that all went down, Mary left the living room to put on something more presentable than flannel pajamas.