<div class="floatright">(http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/6193/headphoneswhiteblueeyes.jpg)</div><br/>Aria smiled to Peggy, picked up the can from off the table, and without warning tossed it over in Peggy's direction.  As the soda can started to fly, though, it suddenly paused, slowing down demonstrably mid-flight, with the beige liquid only beginning to peek out.  With a grin, Aria threw herself over the table, nimbly bouncing/spinning across by shunting her hip until she landed right on Peggy's lap.  She then reached out for the soda can, spinning her wrist to catch all the liquid in the slow-time flight before everything shunted back to normal.<br/><br/>It wasn't the first time Aria had done that, and those who had been there for a while would recognize her Nimbus.  It was difficult to tell whether it was only the can that slowed or whether Aria sped up, but such was the nature of that little talent.  After taking a sip, she put the can back down on the table.<br/><br/>"Peggy, dear," Aria said sweetly and motherly, gently tapping on Peggy's nose with a finger, "nicknames aren't very nice.  After all, I'm sure someone has already come up with a nickname for you, and you aren't going to like it."<br/><br/>Settling in and stretching out once more on Peggy's lap, she looked about the room.  "Well, I guess we can start getting to business, and just catch the other people up if they don't walk in right as I'm starting my explanation."  Fate was a tricksy little thing, and it wouldn't be the first time that that had happened.<br/><br/>"There was a group of Mages set up in a warehouse in the Farthen district."  As soon as she started the explanation, her smile faded, her expression growing deadpan and exceptionally difficult to read.  Either she was happy, sad, angry, horny, or just something crazy, but she certainly wasn't her usual self.  "Does anyone know who killed them?"