Amy shut her car door, appreciating the more private zone.  At least, she didn't really have to worry about anyone interrupting her conversation, or thinking that she was a loon for uttering such odd words. "Okay, so the police aren't going to get anywhere, we've got an incident close to a Fae gateway, these 'Prometheans' are in town, and they need to go.  Now, do you mind telling us why they inspire hatred?  How do they expect to become mortal, why are they hated...Oh, and we're being watched.<em>Great.</em>"  She sighed and rubbed her temple with her fingers before speaking again.  "<strong>And I'm fine, okay?  I recovered just fine after that, so stop worrying.  This is what we do. We know the risks of it, and we do it anyway, even if it's a pain in the butt every once in a while...okay, sometimes...a lot...Yeah, that sounds right."</strong>