"Olive D'Becque," she responded, zipping up a hoodie over her pajama top. "It's ah, it's French. I'm French. And Tonkinesian." Coughing into her hands, nose wrinkled at the smell outside, she looked towards where the smell had come from. That's where Athena had just been. And in the opposite direction was a soft purple glow, curving and headed towards the docklands.<br/><br/>"There," Olive confirmed, raising a hand and pointing. "He ran that way." But they'd have to hurry. If Declan hadn't ran into Athena at the docks, then something must have interfered in his arrival. And it didn't matter whether it was civilian, Lurker, or not. She was sure it wasn't anything good.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Nathaniel found a semi-crowded corner of the room, leaning against the wall and observing the crowd with amused eyes. Humans, he thought with a scoff. Skanky, dirty, vulgar creatures. Sometimes they were more disgusting and impure than Lurkers. Like that couple by the counter. She was obviously flirting with another man, and her boyfriend was making passes at one of the scantily clad strippers.<br/><br/>Repulsive.<br/><br/>Then he felt a little disturbance, and knew he was being watched. Turning, Nathaniel grinned wolfishly when he saw a little puppy glance away from him, talking to a rat by the counter. He snorted, watching the man leave. This was an interesting development. He could be a good recruit.<br/><br/>Crossing his arms over his chest, Nathaniel reached for his phone in his pocket, texting a few of the brute Lurkers. He wanted all the information on the dog-man, stat.