She felt a wave of deja vu; not the kind that came with stolen memories but a juxtaposition of hazy and concrete at the same time. It felt like it was her own thoughts, probably a memory from childhood. All of the children boasting and toying with a thought of maturity until a matriarch quickly grounds them with a simple glance. Madame had such a glance, and even her calm tone commanded reverence. It put her in an adolescent mindset.

The wave of immaturity could only slightly be attributed to the drinking; mainly it was her coping mechanism when flight was not an option. So she couldn’t help but snicker into the lip of her glass as the Baron was singled out; but it was when it was Johnny’s turn to get the evil eye that pushed Varvara to an actual snort, followed by a soft laugh. She stifled it as quickly as possible with a strong pull from the beverage, her shoulders and chest were still bouncing in a silent giveaway of her amusement. She regained her composure by the time the Madame began her concoction, clutching her drink to her chest as she leaned forward to get a better look.

She wrinkled her nose at the smells, some familiar, but she was unable to be sure. As the finger was displayed Vara finally pushed her glasses to the top of her head, revealing bloodshot pale blue eyes that lit up with curiosity.

When the Madame said that the stranger invading her dreams was a seer, a more conflicted expression sat upon her features. She twirled the ice cubes around in the glass. She was trying to weigh the stakes and it knit her brows together. The sigil on her neck began to stir with a little more fervor; tension calling out the voice licking at her brain.

“a seer…” she gasped a little into the last of her drink. As the Madame addressed the group and Mira glanced her way she pulled her shades back over her eyes and twirled the ice cubes in the otherwise empty glass.

[i]Madame: "I suggest you leave as soon as possible. Get what you need, I can arrange a car for you. I believe I know just the one." Madamme answered the Ukrainian girl before her glance reached to Varvara.

"A seer. Yes. One I do not know of. If he or she still lives. I do not know. Whoever it was, also saw what we saw." The madamme spoke. You might find this person along the way. I would not be surprised, that if he lives, he will broadcast again."[/i]

"Do you care if I have a smoke?" Beneath the glasses she was worried, nervous. Her free hand had already begun sifting around in her purse.

[i]"You can refrain to indulge just yet girl" She admonished her. "You have a lot to learn when it comes to resisting bad impulses."[/i]

She stopped digging around in her purse and stared down at the remaining ice cubes. Of course her elder was right; she had many impulses. The worms twisted in the rune at the base of her neck. She could feel the wispy claws of fate trying to twitch about the room.

((Collab with [i]Hellis[/i]))