Lady Eve gave a nod of acknowledgement to each of her guests that accepted the offer, clearly enjoying that everyone had chosen to stay. Even Erin, livid as she was at the false accusations of Sebastian, agreed after a period of silent stewing. The rest of the night passed quickly as the Lady prepared everything that her new employees had required, setting up each one's situation to their specific and individual needs. Those who wished to be official, she gathered their information for proper bank deposit and tax forms. For those who desired not to be on any form of record, she offered to provide false identities in the event of being stopped and questioned by the police. It would bode ill for any of the illegal aliens to be unfortunately deported, after all. Once all had been said and done, Lady Eve bid them all a good night as it was time for her to retire. Before she took her leave, the matriarch of the manor instructed her butler to escort the group to the rooms that had been provided, noting that, at least for the time being, she could only house four or maybe five (if two were willing to bunk together). Those who wanted to stay were allowed, while the remainder were referred to a hotel down the road. The group's new benefactor gave one last statement before her final departure: For everyone to get good rest, for there was no shortage of strange events now populating the city. They would be instructed to pursue their first assignment tomorrow afternoon. Sebastian seemed bored through the proceedings, paying very little attention. This behavior was a combination of pure disinterest, as well as fatigue. The bags under his eyes were proof enough of that. Yet despite it all, he seemed fidgety. Twitchy. Excitable. Desperate for something entertaining to occur. Alas, he would not receive his wish this night, and Sebastian retired along with his mother, knowing that tomorrow would be a better day. He, as well as the rest of the group, would have the rest of the night and the following morning to reflect on events.