There are more than a few faces that she recognizes amidst tonight's revelers, people whose paths she had crossed over the last decade, some in more interesting ways than others. She had known that the world wasn't shit, long before she had been mercilessly dropped into the supernatural world. Her wife worked for the military, with all of its secrets and agendas, and she knew that this country's government had plenty of blood on its hands. In the time since, she had soaked her own hands with the same, and she didn't mind so much leaving stains behind so long as the point was made.
The woman sits alone at an empty table, an odd visual given the night is one for socializing. There is a familiarity about her, a face seen through stolen surveillance footage and grainy photos, files that piece together an illicit business using the ocean and tides to their whims. There had been a disruption about a year ago, the sudden and unexpected death of one of the controlling family members, enough to cause a commotion if one knew where to look. She's curious to see the silent wife here in her city. She takes the seat next to her and watches her unabashedly, waiting for an acknowledgment of attention. / @lottieleon
