Donna stood silently pressed up against a column measuring up the people coming in. There was one with a metal costume on, he reminded her of something she saw in a comic book once as a child. The pink haired one clearly was not human, she could smell it on her, what she was she didn't know. The one in the hooded sweatshirt she could tell would be troublesome, magical beings always are. The one calling himself Godsire she wanted to cut his head off with a dull sword. None of them looked like they were very good at the business they were here for.

Donna made no outward appearance of paying any attention to them. She stood perfectly still. She was waiting to see if any of them were childish enough to begin the super powered version of who was carrying the biggest bat that some men play.