The girl was unable to stop the shudder than ran through her at Tsitukaiza's mention of what demons could do. She'd had her own brush with forcible persuasion as a child, though of a more mundane nature. It was used more on those valued for their potential, instead of the information they could access, but in the end it didn't matter. Amuné had no desire for a more complete experience. "Not so different as you might think," she murmered, too softly to interrupt the man. Jareth shifted next to her, and put a hand over hers. She'd never gone into much detail about her life before she'd moved in down the street from him, but he knew that she'd been through something traumatic. She unlaced her fingers and gave her friend's hand a squeeze, grateful for a familiar presence at her side. It seemed the stranger had a similar thought to her own considered solution. Running -- but not until the heavy hitters showed up? No, unacceptable. "As you pointed out, I'm not the only one here," the young lady began, but she trailed off as a shift in magic swept through the room. Her gaze darted over to the newcomer, though she didn't turn her head. Beside her, even Jareth seemed to notice the change in atmosphere. "...If the one with white hair is your man, tell him not to attack. This is neutral ground -- if he tries to fight here, he will have half the town's inhumans after him before evening. If someone starts something, he may defend, but he should not go on the offensive. And if he can, let staff handle it." The Seer kept her voice quiet, and she might have been discussing her afternoon plans, given her casual tone. She wouldn't have been nearly so composed if she believed second newcomer was there as a threat to her, but the timing and the look Tsitukaiza had exchanged with the gold-fanged man made her think otherwise. Amuné turned her attention back to the discussion. "When you say evacuated," she said slowly, pulling her hands free to once again reach for her water. "For how long would this be? Where to?" [@TheMinorFall]