[ 8( Awww. She wavers in her bitchitude at that, because she wants him to be right, but ... isn't she? Alone? They can't assist. That's the point. Nobody can just ... know what's happening or what she is or even what it feels like to be losing grip the way she is. To be killed by monsters every night. She is alone. Even if they do help. But, she just accepts the reassurance. ]

I think right now what we all want is to actually pull off this stupid mission. [ She sighs, scrubbing a hand over her face. But then she gets an idea. HEY, JACK, YOU'RE A DRAGON'S CLAW AND THEREFORE VERY CLOSE TO WYNN. She sits up suddenly. ] Hey ... Do you know of a guy named Desmond Descant? [ /subtlest topic change ever. ]