Devika couldn't help but pay attention to the door ringing again. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another plain looking man enter. In her mind, she was getting irritated- what was this, a preppy businessman convention? She turned her gaze back in the direction of her book, but couldn't help but pick up their conversation. 'The usual'? It sure didn't sound like they were ordering food... A burst of anger swelled in her chest, immediately followed by her reflexive need to get it under control. How dare Connor... didn't he realize he was risking not only his life, but the safety and sanctity of the only Accorded Neutral Grounds in this half of California? How dare he be so selfish! She had to put a stop to it- for everyone's sake. If the mortal got caught with drugs, he'd waste no time in giving up Connor to the police. That could bring down the heat on the entire coffeeshop, just because he went there... She pressed her lips tight together, as she made up her mind. Carefully, almost ritually, she checked each of her pieces of jewelry, making sure they were all ready to go.

And then that obvious cop practically dangled the bait in front of her, all but spelling out his intentions. That about did it for her. Those idiots were going to bring hell down on all these nice practitioners who hadn't done anything wrong! She wouldn't stand for it. Once the cop left, she too, drained her coffee, and exited the cafe. It wasn't hard to pick up the trail of the men. Emotions were running high, leaving three distinct auras for her to follow.