Vye listened to Rosa with fascination and awe. She had heard rumors of other dragons, most hailing from Europe and Asia, and she had heard of the Great Tribal Bear Twins of North America, but Vye had not heard any stories about the great or terrifying Rosa. Vye had only known there had been another dragon in town because Rosa smelled so similarly to herself. Vye couldn’t scent out the difference between a rat and pigeon if they were in the same bucket. Also, unlike Rosa’s detailed recollection Vye’s family history, Vye knew little more about Rosa than her race. It was ironic that the only information Vye truly held was that she had heard wind of shifters living in New York City.<br/><br/>Vye simply nodded in agreement to Rosa’s statements, not foolish enough to contradict the elder dragon. It was engrained with anyone of dragon-kind: the older the dragon, the  power they possessed. Rosa had made the picture very clear that she was older and Vye wasn’t going to attempt to bite off more than she could chew, at least not more than what she couldn’t already chew. The evening had been very eventful, and she was excited to truly speak with the others. However, Vye’s throat went dry as the reporter announced his leave and left towards the dying sounds of gunfire. Her blue eyes followed him down the alley street, wanting to pull him back into the cab, but knowing he was probably just off to catch what remnants were left of the story.<br/><br/>Her tense gaze shifted up to the officer who stepped into the limo. She smiled. At least one had decided to join us, she thought inwardly. What little information could be shared would be beneficial to everyone. Vye peered across outside the door of the limo, towards anyone who may have been standing there a few minutes ago. She remembered that there had been another girl there, and maybe a starving musician, but she couldn’t seem to place them in the conversation. Perhaps they had run off with the reporter, or gone their separate ways, but, for the moment, the limo door was still open and accepting any takers. She buzzed the limo-driver, who she assumed would by asleep by now, “Monsieur Driver, please come shut the door and take my acquaintances and me to the OTA.”