"Uh," breathed out Vexia, turning her shimmering body sideways as she observed this Stratton fellow over her shoulder. He had all sorts of ridiculous stuff in that purse of his. He seemed more like a hippy artsy fellow than a journalist. Vex felt slightly sorry for him. She felt even sorrier for the Prophet, really. "You can say that again, darling."
Then, a voice interrupted her thoughts. A Fan! Or, at least an educated living soul in the premises that wasn't her Hoshie Woshie. Spinning her ghostly form, she smiled at the woman. Ah. Yes. Of course.
"That'll be me," she admitted with a little giggle, flipping her hair over her shoulder before circling the blond woman. "You're a smart woman, I assume you're in charge of this man?" inquired Rumpos, pointing a silvery finger at Stratton.
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