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Allison glanced away from Chroma momentarily at the series of entrances that followed, and the quick pick up of talk around the trio. A few neural pushes and she was able to listen in to them from her current location.

Raising her voice enough to be heard, [color=00aeef]"I can hear. Continue."[/color]

She briefly touched the Charm around her neck, under her clothes and out of sight, before returning her view to Chroma.

[Color=00aeef]"I do hope wee have time to continue this conversation.... Elsewhere,"[/color] she murmured.

Her gaze floated around the room again. The assembled group was... Large. Very different. [i]Dangerous[/i]. This was a boiling pot.

A joker, a druggie, a mystic, a poison drinker... The list was varied, and honestly one of the weirder things she'd ever seen.

The mention of someone listening to the trio...

[b]Dark Vision.[/b] A glance around the parameter showed nothing in range... Which left the more likely option of the roof. Sure enough, [i]something[/i] was up there.

She suppressed a giggle.

Yes, things were getting weirder by the minute.