"Speaking of which, tonight is pretty much a bust, but tomorrow..." Ptricia nodded at the rooftop hut that housed the elevator. "I think we should all get some sleep, spend tomorrow planning, and make a go of it the day after tomorrow. I've managed to arrange another gig for tomorrow night, or rather Maeve suggested it to a friend, who knew a friend, who got in touch with me... After all the more exposure we get, the bigger the draw we'll be at the Two Sticks. I was going to tell you both once we were all here, but..."<br/><br/>OOC: I think we can skip the gig (which I just threw in to show that 'real life' is going on in the background) and move to the infiltration.