To say Maeve was stunned would be putting it lightly. Shocked, amazed, knocked out of her socks - that would be at least a little closer. If she could put it into words, she'd have compared her situation to that of the dog who, after a lifetime of chasing cars, actually got one and now had to figure out what to do with it.<br/><br/>"Ee... I... Ee... I..." She shifted around, suddenly realizing she was still in her waitress's uniform - hardly the stuff of great wizards. And yet, there he was. An angel. An honest true to god angel standing in front of her asking her what she wanted.<br/><br/>"Ee...I...Ee...I..." Obviously this was not working too well. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she reopened them to find Salathiel still there. So with little better to do under the circumstances, she figured she might as well play along, at least until she woke up tomorrow and realized it was all a dream or whatever.<br/><br/>"Um... Hi... I'm..." What was her name again? Somehow in the heat of the moment, she had forgotten. Oh right... "I'm Maeve... um... Maeve Harrison. I...um... called you here... Hi there... Heh heh..."<br/><br/>