<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br/>Advancement:<br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☒</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div><br/>Fiona spoke the Nymph song name into her phone, but shook her head.  “They don’t have it on Spotify, sorry.”  The later reveal that it was a joke got a nod from Fiona, but she didn’t get it.  Danielle’s next pick was acceptable enough.<br/><br/>When asked about being here to see the Archivist, Fiona gave a simple nod, but the Get Smart reference got a smile.  “My grandpa loved that show.”  A sparkle of good memories showed on her features, even though it was past tense.<br/><br/>The hint about the old television show and her passing familiarity with the material gave her something to look for as she went along, studying the place of power with a discerning eye.  Her intent was to pull out her phone and type a quick message to Danielle if she could do so discreetly, once she had useful intel.<br/><br/>Once downstairs, she gave the answer, “I prefer coffee, black, but I’ll drink tea if you’d have to make coffee only for me.”  She preferred not to be a hassle.  “My name is Fiona.  Nice to meet you.”