Carmen listened and nodded at the man.<em>Flying around?  Good grief, who was this guy?</em>"Flying...right, you're sure you haven't been drinking tonight, detective?"  She asked playfully as she stood up.  She pulled a post-it note from her purse and scribbled a number on it.  "Likewise, give me a call if you have something to share.  Or if you need to take the edges off."  She gave a sly smile and headed for the door, swaying her hips a little more than she had on the way in.  It couldn't hurt to make the detective remember her.<br/><br/><em>Faerie disappearances?  Murders?  Hm...and an iron bar in Mr. Ortiz...maybe he was a fey?</em>She wondered as she walked to the elevator.  She'd have to do some research.  Which was something she despised, and was rather poor at honestly.<br/><br/>She didn't know of any occult libraries, and occult reference was probably not in the phone book.  She'd have to find some contact with a fey if she wanted any answers, but for now, she decided to wait in the casino lobby and look around.  She'd heard that killers always returned to the scene...Ortiz's murderer might be down here somewhere.  She kept her senses open for any emotions unusual to the gambling floor.