Sara listened from the most unobtrusive spot she could find and when she was offered a drink she just mutely shook her head.  She didn't drink.  Or do drugs.  It was uncommon in her walk of life; such things helped one forget...if only for a time.  But she had seen the results of such and while it might be nice to simply be...shiny...you often came out of it much worse than you went in.  She had a hard enough time of it without shooting herself in the foot. 

Instead she asked for just a glass of water and selected the most filling deserts she could.  Caramelized bananas, custard tartlets, and some sort of chocolate dipped cheesecake filled strawberries made their way onto her plate.  She hated eating so much sweet food, it made her teeth itch, but she knew she needed to eat something offered and she didn't want to look like a ravenous bugblatter beast of Traal.  

So she ate as calmly as she could, sipped her lemon infused water, and listened at Nina spoke.  She didn't believe any of it of course.  Or maybe she believed all of it.  She had once believed in the impossible.  And griffins were clearly impossible.  Now, however, she had a much firmer grounding in reality.  This company was, however, willing to pay well.  And contrary to what Nina had said she wasn't so much intent on surviving as she was in not making it easy for death to take her.  Then again maybe that was the same thing.  She didn't mind if she died in any case, just wasn't ready to give up yet.  She wondered if they would be provided with suicide pills just in case something happened.  Aaaand now her imagination was running off with her.  The price for standing under a “griffin” head she supposed.   

She gave herself a mental shake to ground her back in the reality that was her life now and watched as the musician rampaged around the room.  She thought for a short while that he was on the verge of throwing a truly impressive temper tantrum like a spoiled child.  Instead he seemed to gather himself into some sort of control before he continued in his demands for answers.   

Sara herself didn't particularly care one way or another.  She was mostly certain she would go ahead and do it; why not?  It's not like she had some other pressing engagement.  She did have one stipulation she would make, at least so far, and that was the death benefits not go to a charity.  Charities were run by rich people with too much time and money and not enough wisdom and common sense.