Seph seems to be the last person up today, and she shuffles in, blearily holding a cup of coffee as though it is the very elixir of life, swaddled in a hotel bathrobe that can't quite hide the man's hockey jersey and bobby socks underneath.<br/><br/>"Yeah, but if you had what's in his head, you'd probably be tempted."  She shudders.  "It isn't pretty.  Even for one of us, it isn't pretty.  Unfortunately I couldn't get around to asking for a little help last night."  Cue massive yawn.  "Bloody oracles and their underdesigned security..."