As you close the deal with Xam, you notice the music, which has been audible in the background as it swelled and tempered off as Maria ran through a series of encores, has stopped playing, and that sounds of thunderous applause are echoing backstage from the club.  Sounds like Maria has finally finished playing her set.<br/><br/>Like a lithe silver panther, Maria enters the dressing room.  The rocker princess is even more charismatic at close quarters than she is on stage.  Its clear that she is still high on the adrenalins surge of a star performer.  She radiates sexuality and a stong tang of danger.  Her movements are abrupt and energised, as though preparing for battle.<br/><br/>Lofey Xam intercepts her as her eyes take in the members of your group, "Maria, remember how Solomon was going to find us some protection? Well, these folk have agreed to assist in your safety for the next few days, just until legally your former contract expires, am I right?"<br/><br/>With a curt nod of her head, Maria acknowledges your existence, "Welcome.  I appreciate your assistance." her voice is low in volume, as if restrained, with a growling undertone, much like a wolf might dominate its pack.  She steps forward to shake each of your hands, her grip is firm and tight, and her metallic hand is warm to the touch.