Mystique Anne Merrieweather was trying to decide what to wear that evening. She didn't want to look like she had money even though she had quite a bit nor did she want to look like someone that the dog had drugged out of the alleyway either. That left her the only obvious choice of a servant. An Irish lass for Irish are on the superstitious side and would do well enough for this chance encounter. She had deep pockets sewn in this particular dress which were attached to an inner pocket. This was one of the methods that Mystique would use to hide something. This something was a small box that was tied up in a faded ribbon.<br/><br/>Once the box was placed inside the pocket and in a comfortable position- an important factor in her mind- a bonnet on her head, a bit of loose change in her pocket and an old shawl over her shoulders, Mystique was ready to disappear into the night. Her own maid shook her head as she looked away from the sight of her Lady Mystique slipping outside. It would be an early to bed night for she wanted to know, see, hear nothing.......<br/><br/>Walking in the manner of a servant on an errand for her Master, she followed the verbal instructions of one who told her of this meeting. Not that a mild mannered Lady would know of such things but certain help would know and one knew of her desire of uncovering supernatural phenomenon. However this disguised Lady found the dingy pub and walked inside confident that she would find the one who she was looking for.<br/><br/>She glanced at several patrons who were sleeping it and saw a man earnestly speaking with another one. She took a deep breath and quietly walked up to them.<br/><br/>"I presume that one of you are Officer Murhpy. Which one of you be him?" Mystique asked softly as she looked from one to the other.