Elevators..<br/><br/>The whole motion of it made her utterly queasy as it jumped upward, heading to the apex at a brisk speed with little piano music playing some overly zealous song that did little to settle her mind. Death traps. The whole skyscraper, though impressive, was a monument of pride and she really wished those strange feelings from being within this tight confined space was only the balled up excitement of being here. Yet why could it have not been in a neat little atrium most of the supernaturals here were earthen in one way or another in her humble opinion. Perhaps that could be an order for business, the next meeting. Oh yes, how fortunate to keep her mind off this metal box then to pace and think, merrily leaping out at reaching hte top floor.<br/><br/>A shudder released from the sheer joy of being in a open hall, prancing down to the reserved room where the door was left open from the last guest, it seems. Peeking in, it seems like most of the people were here, but she didn't see him anywhere. How queer, it was unlike him to be so fashionably tardy. Though the topic at hand was rather delightful. The wolf was an adorable barking cur, the genius was obviously to the naughty brand of humor and purely logical yet somehow endearing.<br/><br/>" Talking canines, how fantastic. Could you really do that in a mere four days? My goodness, took me that long to set up my first cellphone. Such a bossy little thing; do this, do that, store that, buy this."  She sighed with exsasperation, shaking her fauxen haired head briefly as if to dislodge the memory as she prattled on a bit about her dislike of the useful invention, but claimed that it had a tether on her. Already, she seems a bit eccentric, waving a causal dismissal of it as she attempted to find a seat to her liking, absently fingering her shrug with the other as she would look at one chair and move on to the next..<br/><br/><em>" Oh yes, my manners, how dreadful.Tis Madame Blackrose, anyone care to guess what I am..? I would like to be part of the quiet game too." </em>A throaty giggle rippled out, a mild glancing to Peg as a cheeky smile gave way. "<em> Wolf, would you care to sniff me in that regard? I'm not sure if your kind learned how to shake hands like the betters of your race."</em>Lightly gesturing to the dogs around her feet, though Blackrose wasn't very good at keeping a smile to herself.