<div class="floatright">(http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb117/hopefox17/Cuckoo.jpg)</div>"Of course, of course," said Cuckoo as they rode down the elevator. "I'd be in the bar already if I were here for pleasure. Or in the Dark Pasture, if the men there are as good-looking as they say they are. I've been disappointed by strippers before, though," she continued, completely unabashedly.<br/><br/>She fished an envelope out of her dress as they entered the lobby. "Master Gillian gave me these photos of you and Kurt. And, I dare say we'll know some of the others when we see them. We're both hard to miss if you know what to look for, after all."<br/><br/>A young girl ran into her leg as she crossed the lobby, and would have fallen over had Cuckoo not quickly reached down and steadied her. "Easy, lass," she said, in a soft, mothering tone. "Where are you going in such a hurry?"<br/><br/>The child took one look at Cuckoo's face and shrieked in horror, running away to find her mother. Cuckoo sighed as she straightened up. "I hate it when that happens," she confided in Jack. "I don't mean to scare children, I really don't."<br/><br/>She shook her head as they moved on towards the restaurant. "I wouldn't bring my children here, anyway. I've no interest in keeping my lad Liam safe from seeing dangerous titties, but the more I see of this place, the less healthy it feels. I can't wait to get to the bottom of it."<br/><br/>She fought her way to a seat at the bar next to Jack. "I'll have a whiskey. Bushmills Original if they've got it. I don't want to know what passes for beer around here."