<strong>Myriad, LA</strong><br/><br/><em>An hour and half later</em><br/><br/>Val flopped onto a chair, several other of her forms were likewise looking a bit thrashed. Her forms outside of town had been luckily relocated by Marie, there were very few damn places she hung out in the past that she could safely go to now. A quick check online showed her response to the racist journalist in particular. She had politely taken her apart in response to her shouted question. Marie had said that odds were that given that sort of response, she'd be out of a job before the 10 o'clock news. Her place here in LA was locked solid, word was the police had to clear the street to force traffic through.<br/><br/>"Well all in all I'd say that was a good first impression." Val said as she looked over at Marie, who had let herself stop for 30 minutes to talk with her kids, put them to bed before returning to the press storm. "What do you think?"<br/><br/>(OOC: I'm good with skipping forward)