Since the lights inside aren't yet on, you're dependant on what filters in from the doors. However, with low-light vision, that's quite enough to see each other and the gantry, if not the room beyond. Each set of eyes reflect the little light, glowing in the darkness like beacons, and the outlines and highlights of faces are clear enough.<br/><br/>Ptricia starts at Chris's vehement rebuttal, surprised at first, but then with understanding appearing on her features.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"My parents refused to give me up-and they died for it. Now I'm gonna kill him." He turns around to them. "I only met you guys today but I need your help more than anyone else's. We've got to get signed to Repulse and become famous enough to get a meeting with him-then we'll strike."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia crosses her arms and glares. "Well maybe if you'd told me some of this before, instead of just going on about how big a threat she was, I wouldn't have just gone and made a bloody fool of myself!" Then she sags. "I'm... sorry. I misunderstood. I thought she was ab... Seeing her jump you like that, and act that way, brought up some very bad memories."<br/><br/>You realise she's strayed into some deeply painful territory "So she's protected you? I wish I'd had someone like..."<br/><br/>She stopped. The luminous orbs that mark her face vanish for a moment as she closes her eyes and exhales. "Old news. Really old news. My questions still apply, given the threat level they're even more important, though maybe not about Rayn... no I need to know what any allies are capable of as well. Can we expect these Purger types or this Rodriguez guy to recognise you? What resources can they bring to bear... Man, I thought I'd fought my last war. Looks like guarding you will be more than just fending off over-eager groupies." Her teeeth flash highlights as she grins. "Good, I havn't had a real challenge in ages!"<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Sounds like you have quite a plan, young man," says a familiar voice. Chris spins around to see Soren walking in with the drumkit hovering behind him. "Rayn just told me the same." He frowns. "But you can't do this alone. I'll have to get the LDP's to help you." Chris nodded slowly in the affirmative but you can see in his eyes he's going to do this himself-and heaven help anyone who gets in his way.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>As Soren comes to the threshold, Ptricia moves to block him. "Take one more step, you'll never have the chance. You aren't known to my wards, and they won't care who you are." She pressed a hand against his chest gently, and touched the doorframe, speaking the same words in Akkadic as before. "If you're going to provide extra muscle, you'll most likely need to come in here on a regular basis."<br/><br/>She motions him in.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Reizu grinned as he popped his knuckles loudly. "Reizu Akatsu, 35th Generation Leader of the ANBU, ready to launch! I won't stop until mission is fulfilled. And I'll make sure my friends live through it." He winked at Ptricia and Chris. It was like Reizu was a completely different person. The wolfeasel was more intense, less funny, and ready to take action. Reizu turned to Soran. "You did give them the liscense, right, Mr. Soran?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Right now, you should be more worried about your own furry neck! And by that I mean, the collar. THat is the main reason we came here..."<br/><br/>Ptricia waits until Soren decides to leave or stay, and closes the doors. "Shield your eyes, I didn't want any lights on while the door was open." She pads over by the door, and presses something. "To steal a phrase, 'let there be light!'"<br/><br/>There is a clunk and electronic humming, and the room lights up. There are a lot of lights, because it is a big room, at least 100 feet square, and 40 feet high. It looks like It was made of the top three stories of this warehouse, joined together. One end of the gantry ends at the double door and an industrial lighting panel with fist sized push switches, and the other ends in an elevator that goes down to the ground, and if the hole in the floor is anything to go by, the bottom two levels as well. A ramp from the mian flooor into the lower levels supplements this mode of transport.<br/><br/>It's centred on this wall, 12 feet square, an open cage, the sort of thing you'd expect to see attached to the exterior of a building under construction, except the metalwork has been chromed. Once again the controls are industrial style domed buttons, three of them. The wall it is attached to goes from a light eggshell blue at the bottom up to deep blue on the ceiling, and the upper edges are rounded so there's no sharp lines. An array of powerful halogen lamps stud the ceiling in a grid, brightly illuminating the open plan living area well below.<br/><br/>This is rimmed by what looks like a 10 foot high wall, flush against the room wall, with coloured up-lighters, currently inactive, mounted at intervals in the tops. The side walls are divided by lower walls into functional areas, modern, but with an Egyptian motif. Free standing obelisks mark the inner ends of the walls, about 30 foot away from the edges, leaving a 40 foot wide 'main hall' that stretches to the far end.<br/><br/>Along one side is an area that could be called a TV room, by someone with a gift for understatement. A 50 inch plasma screen is mounted on the wall, surrounded by AV gear, and rows of shelving with enough media to outfit a rental store is arrayed along each side. In the centre, where you'd expect the armchair to be is a super king sized bed, low to the floor, 10 by 15 foot square, with a nuimber of big plush pillows. A tablet PC rests on it, displaying a set of coloured areas that make no sense, until you work out that someone with digits the size of most peoples palms might have trouble with a regular remote.<br/><br/>There's an office area, which is scaled for a human figure, with it's own branch library, it looks like, and beyond it, a bathing area that isn't. The hot tub in the corner has a ramp, and misses being classified as a small swimming pool only by not having it's own lifeguard. Likewise the shower unit is the size and shape of a car wash.<br/><br/>The other side has a well equipped gym, most of the equipment human scaled, but with a treadmill in the centre that must have originally come from an automobile testing facility. The large display at the front, indicating a top speed on the last run of 189 mph confirms this. Next to it is a workshop any DIY nut would give one of his for, with neat stacks of raw materials on shelving that must have come from a DIY warehouse. Not as in bought from, but as in used in. There's also an open area, with amps and a sound system along the edges.<br/><br/>The centre path has a number of pieces of art or sculpture in tall glass cases. One particularly striking piece is a large case containing a gold washed helm, pauldrons and breastplate too large for human use, along with chainmail and plate barding and greaves, all in a medieval style. It is supported on separate frames and  it takes a few seconds to arrange the equipment in your minds, until you figure it was made for a sphinx. Tapestries, ancient tomes and manuscripts, several shiny pieces of massive jewellry, including an Egyptian style head dress that wouldn't have looked out of place on a pharoh, except, that being scaled for Ptricia, it would have slipped down over his shoulders.<br/><br/>At the far end is a bed/throne, easily as big as the TV one, but on a stepped pedestal like a low pyramid. A canopy of white linen floats over it, and there are big pillows and sheets, as well as a number of big cuddly toys, some of them looking distinctly chewed.<br/><br/>Ptricia looks back at you, a slight grin on her face as she shifts to sphinx form. It's clear she's ben dying to show this to someone. "Just a modest little place I like to call home. I said I needed the job. Don't recall saying I needed the money."