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She had joined the others when she saw where they were going, and was a bit surprised to hear that Kerrigan was in trouble. She notcied that Dee was less than sober at the moment, to put it lightly, but that was not her main focus at the moment.

"William, what happened to Kerrigan?" she asked, straightfoward as usual.

"No." she said curtly, shaking her head for emphasis. "She is probably most likely scared more than anything else. Do you want to go look for her?"

She looked at her clothes before answering. "Yes, but I must change first. This is not the best thing to be wearing when searching for someone." Her high heeled shoes clicked as she took a step back, gently smoothing the skirts of her dress.

"Of course." she replied, heading back towards Haven to change. Now she just had to remember where the workout room was.

It was funny, the way things worked sometimes. It had taken her a few days to settle all of her things into her new apartment; store all her equipment, assemble all her gear, unpack all her clothes. The time had hasted itself without her noticing; now, with only a week before she had to start the term at her new college, Faeth realized how much time she'd wasted in getting herself set up in her home, when what she should have been doing was getting her business set up in this city.

Presumably, there wouldn't be any problems with this, though. She'd been told that there was a large market for her kind of trade in New York; all she had to do was find her niche, work her way in, and then settle back into her old schedule. She hadn't exactly figured out how she was going to manage this process; but if she'd been able to do it once in Chicago, she ought to be prepared to do it again.

Looking at her as she walked into the nightclub and bar, crumpling a paper in her hand and jamming it into her pocket, one would almost have to cringe upon trying to guess her age. Fifteen? She certainly acted about that old; a grin on her face, a bounce in her step, and sheer, unbridled youthfulness of her appearence and attitude. Her body was masked by a white trenchcoat, so there were no hints as to the precise form of her body there- but if she were over twenty years of age, there would have had to have been some sort of plastic surgery involved.

Most conspicuous about her appearence was the lab gloves and goggles she wore; the former covering her hands, the latter pushed up among her pale plonde hair as a makeshift (and possibly unintentional) headband. Slightly pale skin, thin frame- all this, added with the laptop at her side, screamed only one label. "Geek".

Fortunately, she didn't have the typical geek's lack of confidence. Striding past the entryway, Faeth found a couch and plopped down, shoulders relaxed. If she were the least bit uneasy about being in an unfamiliar place, you couldn't tell by looking at her. Taking a deep breath in order to soak in the atmosphere, Faeth mellowed her grin to a simple smile and took out her laptop, setting it securely on her lap and flicking the power on.

Needless to say, the inevitable exclamation on the part of the bouncer would be sufficent to catch Faeth's attention. Her computer was almost booted up, OS halfway loaded- but, in favor of curiosity, she was willing to click it off once more. Tucked the laptop back into its carrying case in favor of heading to the door, the girl peeked out of the door at the scene outside.

Well. I've heard a lot of things about New York, but somehow, I don't think that this sort of thing should happen.... Despite the morbidity of the situation, Faeth couldn't contain a smile. She was in the right place, all right....

finishing her drink by the next song. She sets down the glass on the bar. Slowly looking towards the hunter's HQ entrence. If I go in there, the only things Iam going to be able to do is practice or sleep she stood up making her way through the bodies once more as she makes it to the door and past the bouncers.
[exit to park]