Teagan was in the process of observing a very harrowed man in a tux and a wine stained dress shirt. He was visibly panting and it was as if he was struggling with the weight of the world on his shoulders.
	Teagan felt bad for the guy. She was about to brake her rule for quiet observation and go see if she could help him when an irate looking man with Asian features stomped past her in the same direction of wine stained dress shirt guy. Teagan stood still, hesitating for a second when a ray of sunshine obscured her field of vision in the form a young woman sailing past her. She stopped and the ex smokejumper couldn't help but stare. I mean, hell, she was no saint! And a beautiful woman was a beautiful woman. Even if she looked to be in her early twenties.
	Teagan shook her head free of the cobwebs, stared somewhat accusingly at her rum-coke and deposited it disdainfully on the tray of a passing waiter and redirected her attention back towards wine stained dress shirt guy. Only it wasn't him at the window. It was angry Asian guy. [i]Oh, man, if there are any mind readers attending tonight I'm sure I sound like a complete asshole and completely not PC![/i] Teagan thought to herself while trying to decide if she was having the mother of all delayed reactions to too much smoke inhalation, or if her aging eyes were playing tricks on her. She was positive the Asian man was standing near a different window. She looked in that direction and lo and behold, there stood the harrowed looking man with the wine stained dress shirt. [i]What the fudge!?![/i]
	She was so confused for a second she hardly noticed the beautiful young woman departing after a brief exchange with Dragon Heart.
	[i]Oh, man, I so do not belong here![/i] Teagan thought and started for the bar. She would drink a cold water, clear her mind, have a few words with Chief Thomas and go home. Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks. She couldn't recognize him earlier, because of all the clothes. She knew the guy with the wine stained shirt. Well, she didn't know him know him, but she knew who he was.
	He was the guy who'd held god knows how many ton building until the rescue services, her included, could get the trapped civilians out. He hadn't had a stitch of clothing on him then. Stark Crusader. That's why she couldn't recognize him with all the clothing.
	She turned determined. The guy had held a building above her head to allow her the time to rescue all those civilians. She was gonna help him now! Even if she felt so out of her element with all the Epics in the building.
	She quietly sidled up to him near his new position. [i]I'm positive they didn't trade places with the irritated guy by walking.[/i] Teagan thought.
	She offered Stark Crusader a glass of water she'd picked up from a waiter's tray. "Um, hey." She started gently. "I know ye don't know me. I'm not a fan or a reporter. I just wanted to thank ye... Y'know... Ye held portions of the Fitch buildin' so the rescue crews could get the people out." Teagan fell silent for a moment unsure of how to proceed. "For what is worth... A lot of people are alive today, because of ye." She finished, untied her cravat and offered it to him. "To hide the wine stain." She clarified and walked away to find Chief Thomas. [i]If it wasn't for him.[/i] Teagan thought, looking back at the young man staring her cravat in confusion. [i]I wouldn't have gotten out of that building with only a scrape.[/i] She stretched her injured shoulder and grimaced.