"It's good to have friends." Dee watches the inked-up vampire without turning.<em>How, </em>she wonders,<em>can Sila surrender that ability to see in all directions at once? Limit herself to the narrow little tunnel of vision two eyes permit? </em>For that matter there's a lot of water locked into that form.<em>Maybe this...no, not truce, </em>alliance<em>...will work out better than I'd hoped. </em>The water elemental tenses slightly at the large crowd of bravos descending the stairs -- heading on a collision course straight towards Jugo. It's a subtle thing, her damp surface becoming firmer, surging with stronger current that Demona can easily feel rippling against her hand. "Yeah. Trouble, perhaps. He's gone for help. Or maybe that's your hiring man and his bodyguard?" For just a moment, when Jugo vanishes, Dee surges in place without moving, tendrils of water roiling medusa-like around her then splashing back into her form again to give rise to other looping liquid threads, like a quicksilver mimicry of the sun's corona. The display fades after a few seconds, when it becomes clear the violence isn't imminent. "Five o'clock. The stairs. I think they just scared off that egotistical leech." she murmurs, reaching for an ignored glass of ice-water and simply upending it into the palm of her transparent hand.