Lita scanned the grafitti-addled walls and the trash-strewn cobblestone for a sign of Pidge's passage, but found none. She stood there for a moment, shaking, then brought her warhammer down on a nearby wall with a frustrated, painful cry. The barrier shook and cracked under it's weight, leaving an indent of the weapon's strike. Lita fell to one knee, clutching at her burning throat through it's plate-mail protection. Sebastian placed a small paw over her much larger hands, smiling comfortingly.<br/><br/>The elf appeared mysteriously, as always. Lita rose to her feet. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess so. Guess th' boss wants to see us, huh?" Replied Sebastain. The pair headed back towards the club, Lita leading the way back to Dante's office.