"Well, that would be because I never have met a child of the Morrigan before." he replied, moving into the kitchenette area of the penthouse and returning with a bowl of small, fresh baked crusty bread roll and a salt cellar. "I'm not entirely sure if it's traditional .." he said, smiling, "But we could season this salt with some pizza." He glanced at the small blue figures hiding around the room. "For some reason I seem to have a permanent supply of pizza on hand." he continued in a dry tone of voice.<br/><br/>"To be honest, I haven't met all that many folks like us." he added, taking one of the rolls, slicing it in two and smearing butter over the exposed faces. "I met a daughter of Thor in Oslo, helped her help some Dwarves who were having a giant problem. Oh, and met a daughter of Baron Samedi down in New Orleans. Some bokor had gone full on Sith and wanted to start his own zombie apocalypse." He gave a slight shudder in rememberence.<br/><br/>"It doesn't surprise me to hear we're heading into trouble. I've done a fair bit of reading since I entered the twilight zone, and from what I understand Fate tends to place us where we need to be, to do what needs done, or something along those lines. If you're here, then yeah, I expect there will be fighting." He glanced at her spear. "Me, I prefer to keep trouble at a distance."<br/><br/>He raised his arms shoulder height on either side, cocking his elbows so the forearms pointed at the ceiling. One moment his hands were empty, the next they held a pair of long, sleek, matt black automatic pistols. "This kinda distance is good.". He twirled the pistols once and then they vanished again. "I figure you're probably a better fighter than I am, up close and personal, but I can at least guard your back if things get exciting."