Ptricia was just hobvering above the fray. She glanced sideways at Soren, and sighed. "Boys! I assume you'll be taking the lift... I mean elevator."<br/><br/>She snagged the drum kit and glided down, placing it on the floor. "If you two have finished with your pecker contest, I'll answer your questions."<br/><br/>"I generally like my privacy. While I've done the whole society bit, dozens of times, most of the people who travel in those circles are complete nulls." She giggled. "The last time was in London in the 1890's. I travelled in academic circles due to the Egyptology and archeology craze going around, due partly to the Suez canal. It was nice to finally have foreign rulers who were willing to let the place have at least some say in what was going on, as well as being interested in the culture.<br/><br/>She pointed over to the office area where there were a number of certifcates hanging up. "I got a doctorate in Egyptology from Cambridge, mostly for correcting their spelling. Did a stint as guest lecturer. After all, I was an eye-witness. Anyway, I ended up in society circles... I nearly drove several haberdashers to insanity, creating suitable clothing for my sphinx form. Had to reciprocate, with my own parties and it was amusing for a while, but it eventually got dull... I think I got a little off track.<br/><br/>"If you need a base for the Panzers to work from I can convert one of the other buildings. The easiest way to get privacy was to acquire the whole street, and  make it convincingly uninviting. I think the police cordon was a nice touch. It's great, half the rumours of the horrific things that happen around here are ones I didn't even start. Maybe I should build a garage with a false front that lifts up to park Reizu's bus, or maybe a vehicle lift... I always wanted to design one of those."<br/><br/>She pads over to Chris, and gently puts one forepaw on his shoulder, patting it gently. "I'm sorry about your family, and I promise to help get your payback." She gives an evil grin, which is somehow not a scary one, at least to Chris. "Trust me, I have millennia of experience in getting even, and punishing those who deserve it. We'll talk more about your long term game plan later. Low level goons I can mow through, but if they're packing LAWs or aspect seeking ground to air missiles, I could be in trouble. As for this guy who might recognise you, or anyone who might comnnect your description with their target, I may have something that can help, or will have when the coffee and cakes get here."<br/><br/>She back pedals, and turns to the central case. "And yes, it is my armour. I've spent centuries tweaking it to get it just right, and add the protective wards. Samurai steel may have been better than even Damascus, but no-one made plate armour better than the medieval Europeans. As I said, unless they start throwing anti-tank or anti-aircraft artillery at me, I should be good."<br/><br/>"Speaking of wards, We'll set up in my music area for your checkup, Reizu, since my drum kit's already out of the way. We'll need some to get the kit from down stairs, I havn't done any ritual magic in a couple of years, just item creation." She headed for the ramp by the elevator.