<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em>"Ah well, that's where the dreadhead demon and the angel playing tipsy came in...Had they not tried to get up the stairs the same time I did, he never would have noticed it was gone."</em> She was still looking out over the bar area, her back toward him after listening to the fact that she would be a first-entry into this evening's events. A glance over her shoulder back at the '4' of them at the booth had her shaking her head slightly with a grin. She had no interest in the fae. They were a dime a dozen...She turned her violet eyes back toward the bar below.<br/><br/><em>"Unless you need me here for the rest of the interviews...I'll head back down until you're ready for me."</em> The thought of being able to sit in on each interview was a seemingly boring task, but it would tell her more about each of the problem-children downstairs. She'd rather prop her feet up and watch them from downstairs while she drank.</span></span>