A moment earlier, Clifton had reluctantly left Mitch to her own devices when he received a short message in his earpiece. Silvarae had gone into one of the fugue states he'd noticed in her file.

He could tell keeping track of this group was going to be like herding cats. Not just cats. Cats and disobedient dogs who were chasing the cats.

Fortunately he knew how to handle the situation.
With a brisk stride, he headed outside to the gates.

[Color=6FFFFB]"Miss Silvarae,"[/color] he said as he approached, his voice taking on a more authoritative tone than any of the Rune bearers would have heard before. He felt he needed to infuse the proper amount of authority to make it clear this was an order: [color=6FFFFB]"Return to the meeting room, have a seat, take some refreshments, and  -- oh. Interesting." [/color]

His voice dropped its firmness and he resumed his usual good natured smiling. The look in the young woman's eye was not one of a girl in a trance. Maeve had just released a hand on her shoulder. Furthermore they had started to walk back toward the building. Then the theory seemed to work in action.

His advice still stood, so he simply picked up where he left off, but with his usual cordial address,[color=6Ffffb] "And if they've already gone in to train, you're welcome to join them. I can catch you up on anything you might have missed." [/color]

Clifton turned to give a meaningful look at Madison. He would very much like to discuss the details of what had just transpored--but not in front of Silvarae and Maeve. [Color=6Ffffb]"Mr. Lovette," [/color] he greeted simply instead. [Color=6FFFFB]"I trust you'll be joining us to introduce yourself to the others?"[/color]