Holy Shit, was the first thought that went through Belinda's mind when the cloaked woman revealed her elven features.  Two elves.  her face went utterly blank, not the light good-humored neutrality her face had worn when she listened to the banter/bickering among the gathering crrew, but stone-still cover for the whirling gears in her mind.  The elves.  Hip deep in this little operation, weren't they?  That could mean any number oft hings.  She very carefully did not look at the Boss.  He had a reputation for keeping things close to his chest.  That was fine with her, what she didn't need to know, she couldn't spill if caught.<br/><br/>And yet another arrival.  Her head turned towards the door....ooooo.  My my.