Gloria simply smiled at Charisma and Lovi. She would've found something to say, but the door opened and two more men entered the room. She knew the detective, Edward, by reputation only and even that wasn't much to go by. And the French man was a completely new face to her.
But he seemed to know Lovi. Suddenly Gloria felt like the odd duck out.
In the only bit of usefulness she had, she let her mind fold in on itself. Tres was in a coma, but she still knew how to touch base with him. Their bond had been so unused over time, it had gone from a bridge they used to walk to naught more than a tight rope.
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Tresondros....~ The fleeting call strummed the bond like a over-taut guitar string. The responding sound was discordant and sharp, as if it didn't travel the whole length. ~
Tres?~
She would've completely supplanted an avatar of herself into his consciousness, but even as she tried, a red wave of anger washed over her. It was odd, she'd never felt that color coming from him. He was always a green or a blue. Jealousy and avarice for power, but anger had never been part of it.
Opening her eyes, she pulled back form the connection just slightly. She couldn't be sure he was aware it was her poking at the back of his head, and didn't want to trigger any defenses he might've had.
With a frown, she looked back at the others, who probably didn't notice or care about her mental endeavors.
"All poisons have an antidote. Where is it and how do we get it is all that matters."