[b]2:00 PM, The Tower[/b]

If there was one thing that Gideon Drake could be proud of, it was that he'd never had to see a family member or friend in one of Lousie's grisly photo sessions. Admittedly, that's because he'd never had much interaction outside of the Six. It made things easier. However... sometimes this meant that he knew them [i]too[/i] well. It was no secret that the current Number One had a hatred for the rogue magi that populated their work. Even the relatively in the short time he'd known her(Compared to Mr. Lucas, or Lucille), there was only a few options that he hadn't taken to ease [i]try[/i] that tension, and none of the remaining worked very well in the crowded and dark lounge. The only option, for the moment, was to wait it out.

Of course, Louise's casual insults didn't help the time he had to do said waiting out.

Gideon tugged at his neckline, swallowing nervously as he tiptoed around Eliza's fuming form. It wasn't that he was [i]scared[/i] of her anger, or anything silly... like... .

He glanced again at the red-headed woman and her deepening frown.

...that. On second thought, he was definitely scared of the aristocratic Valstelt's anger. He'd have to find a way to cheer her up instead. After they finished with the mission, of course. Perhaps a cup of tea? Or perhaps-

His inner monologue was cut short by Louise's businesslike question.

Time to act like a professional, then.

The young Drake cleared his throat noisily, looking around awkwardly at his comrades as he put forth his own question: 

"Are there any records of families that have this sort of affinity? Like, flesh or blood or something similar?"

He fumbled with his hands, focusing intently on making it seem like he had a purpose.

"You know, if you can find out."