<strong>Carol Neathawk<br/>aBr:  Gehenna<br/>Watching the room</strong><br/><br/><br/>One of the things that made her a good operative was her conficence.  A confidence that was torely strained at the moment.  Part of being calm, col and collected under pressure twas the knowledge that if trouble started, you yourself wouldn't be the last person to be put out of action.<br/><br/>She certainly didn't feel that way now.  A demoness who ight or might not have her number, an... Angel of all things.  Here?  Really?  that alone was worth looking into.  A tauroid beast man.  And a, well, God knows what was under that mask.  Her table was out of the way, but she couldn't shake the feeling she was exposed.  She scooped up her nearly empty glass and headed towrds the bar.