Laila felt a strong presence enter the bar, her gaze snapping to meet Corv's, wondering if he would feel the presence now that he was no longer a Guardian.  Her eyes darted to the door, catching a glimpse of a young woman, looking no older than herself.  Laila glanced back at Corv, giving him a puzzled look.  The strength of the woman's presence meant she was either an Ancient Guardian or a Council Member.  Her chipper smile gave Laila the impression she was one of the Angels.  However, few ever ventured into the slums of New Orleans, and even fewer dared enter the notorious Pit.  Laila spun around as the woman introduced herself from the seat next to her.  She sounded awfully happy, and too friendly for a place like this.  Laila exchanged another look for Corv before returning her attention to the mysterious newcomer.  Normally, she'd have told her to leave her the hell alone and mind her own damn business, but a Council Member could make her life a living hell, and she may be a Fallen, but that place was not a place she enjoyed visiting even long enough to get her next assignment.  She nodded her head in acknowledgement, but offered no introduction herself, and would be seriously annoyed if Corv opened his fat mouth and gave the woman her name.