Selene sighed as she took in the chaos of the assembled group and how the various members of the team were handling it.<br/><br/>"Well first off Lord Greystoke, you can stay down here and let my associate explain the mission we will be departing on tomorrow. Try to be nice to one another." She says as she picks up her gun and staff before leaving the room, her unspoken 'or else' very clear.<br/><br/>She stopped by the kitchen to collect something before heading upstairs with a tray on one hand, her gun slung under her arm in a holster. Much to the disapproval of her cooking staff, she noted wryly. The house boy having been sent out to run to the telegraph with an additional name to send to her research staff back in New York. She would have a pretty big pile of papers by the time she got to New Orleans.<br/><br/>"Abby, open the door. I have something to help you sleep and I figured that we should talk." She said as she came up to the guest room.