Piper shifted as she watched the pen move over the notepad. She would occasionally glance up at him or to Chris, waiting for something new to be done or said. Then Carver looked to the two and she tensed further, scowling at the intrusive gaze. Everything the man said and did seemed to carry weight and she continued to feel like she was missing something. Even at his comment, she found herself at a loss for words: vampires, dead vampires--none of it rang of rationality, he was right. 

Carver spoke again, and her eyes naturally followed the movement of his hands. She had a few questions, but Chris had a complaint. It eased her tension, oddly, and she frowned at him as the two men exchanged words. [i]Schedules to keep?[/i] she thought. "Are you that bored? Really?" she asked. She was incredulous to his apparent apathy when she had finally been torn out of hers--they were on a path to [i]vampires [/i]of all things, and who knew what else.

"Whatever--who do you need to talk to?" she asked, eyes back on Carver. "Is it Cutter?" 

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