Maeve was people watching, a thing she liked to do very much. Watch them smile, and talk, and laugh, watch them flirt , those covert glances, those little touches, those knowing smiles. She enjoyed their anger and their pleasure. 

Humans… Can’t live with them, can’t live without them. 

From her comfortable arm chair in the lobby she watched the protesters and the supporters alike (though those were far and few) meandering about outside. They were so riled up. So angry at all that happened. 

Maeve grinned and crossed her shapely legs, running her fingertips over the tops of her thighs tantalizingly.  Of course any and every time someone was bold enough to approach her, to start on her about the whole shebang the Succubus merely smiled, reached out to take their hand comfortingly. And the problem would go away. Loving, lusty feelings pushing through her would be tormentors left them seeking out more enjoyable past times than protesting and chewing her ear out. 

She could see the bar from her perch and had noticed Ulysse was drinking. But she knew better than try to console him at this point. Often times Maeve’s views were not considered helpful… As the man in the suit approached Maeve’s brows arched, bright eyes locked on the interaction. 

Who were those men? Curiosity swept through the Succubus and she rose to investigate. 

Timing was not on her side though as another ‘adoring fan’ blocked her path just then. By the time Maeve, or better known as Eve, as in the first woman, the fall of humanity if you believed all that, had gotten rid of her ‘guest’ the suits and Ulysse were heading for the elevator. 

A voice chimed in her ear and Maeve jumped slightly. Technology still startled her these days. 

Clicking the button to reply she chirped “Oui Capitaine. Que dois-je porter?” before heading to the elevators herself with a smirk. Finally! Out and about!  So exciting, even if the others were still moping about. Like God Fist. Really. 

What was done was done.  Better not to dwell but move on to the next new thing. That was the benefit of ‘humanity’. There was always something else. Some distraction. Some titillation.