<strong>Serene<br/>DMC Office<br/>Tagged: Vance, Kei, Dante, Trish</strong><br/><br/>This was proving to be a much stranger bunch than she had anticipated. First, Dante had apparently been taking a shower the entire time. She'd been so focused on reading Trish, then fighting the demons, that she had neglected to 'search' for his presence. The young, eccentric, man wasn't much better. His thoughts were racing so quickly, and the light film of gray noise alerted her to his psionic abilities. What was he doing here, and what did he need with DMC and the others here.<br/><br/>"I'm going to guess I wasn't the only one molested by a strange old woman..." she finally spoke, reaching into a pack on her hip. She pulled out black cloth to re-wrap her gauntlets. Despite the possible danger than skimming Vance's mind could prove, she did so cautiously. Otherwise, her empathy was on scan mode, trying to collect and piece together an image of what exactly it is that has brought them all here.