Zia watched the matron of her house leave, her eyes lingering on the doorknob where the shadow's fingers had been. She turned her attention back to Jax and the second part of her briefing. She did remember a dark-haired playmate; part of her playfully wondered if she could drag Jax to her mother and proclaim that she was unjustly scolded for the missing candies in the jar. She had of course taken from it, but not for the instances she had been blamed for.<br/><br/>"I'll have to observe them in person," Zia said. "But it seems like the easiest way to just nick the hammer from their stash. Wherever that happens to be." It always boiled down to a simple little objective. It hardly ever was so easy. "Despite what Lady Elvinor said, I think the night's still young." Zia snapped her fingers and the black number she was wearing shifted and morphed into an outfit befitting a traveler, trading flare for practicality. She loved the new enchantment. It had its limitations but for quick changes, Zia could already see it being an invaluable asset. "I will have to stop by the headquarters and grab a few things, but let's meet at the Cliffside quarter. Unless you'd like to tag along. I missed my dark-hair playmate when she left us. I wonder what she looks like now."<br/><br/>She gave Jax a smile and started toward the door. Whichever Jax decided upon, Zia would leave the opera house and make her way back home to gather the supplies she had stored away in a prepared bag and the trusty hand crossbow she couldn't have carried to the opera house without getting the wrong sort of glances coming her way. On a traveler though it would hardly raise any red flags. If Jax did accompany her, Zia would ask, "So, which art did you take up? Music, dancing, murder?"