Lenya was enjoying her conversation with Max and the young hunter and had been about to excuse herself to fetch her gift when a weight bumped into her and threw her off balance. It was, perhaps, unfortunate that the assembled group fell silent as she exclaimed:

“Verdammt!” The word hung in the sudden silence for a moment and her cheeks flared red with embarrassment. She looked up to see a figure covered from head to toe in clothing, including a trench coat and an impressive wide brimmed hat.

“Sorry...So, everyone….how is...the work day….so far?” the man inquired. It was… what was his name? Atlas? Yes that was it.  She smiled forgivingly at the vampire straightening herself up. This wasn’t exactly the first she had seen of him but their interactions in the past were few and far between. Lenya opened her mouth to  speak when another voice interrupted her. The gathered employees turned to see a skinny young man looking rather the worse for wear.

“Ah you must be Mr Coal,” she said into the stretching silence. She hadn’t, in truth, expected one so young. Perhaps she should, the apparent median age around here was shockingly young. Apparent age didn’t always track with actual age of course.

“Welcome to the office. I am Lenya Von Morganstern,” she declared in her clipped Austrian accent.