<em>Speaks suddenly, addressing no one in particular, seeming slightly off beat with what is happening around her. A ghost of smile is painted briefly on her lips</em><br/><br/>Some things are better left unseen.<br/><br/><em>Syk rubs her face and then rakes her hand up through her hair. Tipping her head back she laughs, heartily, as if some sort of switch has been thrown she is back to normal.</em><br/><br/>The time has come, my friends, to talk of other things: of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings!<br/><br/><em>She crosses to the door with a few long strides, throwing it wide and glaring at the man outside.</em><br/><br/>Do you plan to dwaddle on the door step all day, or are you perhaps only here to sell over priced cookies?<br/>