Dacs headed straight to Wes' office after the meeting. She knew what to expect once they were in there. With her bag precariously hanging on one shoulder she knocked and waited. She knew her boss probably had protective spells on the office so it was not a good idea to barge in.

Leaning against the wall, she ran a frustrated hand through her hair and exhaled slowly. She let her hand stop at the nape of her neck as she rubbed at the dull ache that was starting right there. It seemed to help some before, Dacs let her tatooed hand fall to her side.