[For the first time, Moira shows some hesitancy. Not in regards to Ziegler's feelings, oh no. But simply deciding how much of her hand to show. How much to lay on the table for the Nephilim. How soon to lay it all out.]
Indeed, I did. But perhaps a diner bathroom is not the place to discuss such matters?
[She glances around them and to the mess Ziegler made while changing. Blood. Feathers. She needs to be cleaned up, and the less attention they attract to themselves, the better. Turning on her heel, Moira heads for the door, pausing at it.]
Do meet me outside, we can discuss further at my place. [She throws an amused look at the blonde over her shoulder.] If you're not too adverse to dealing with the devil, that is.
[She'll leave the bathroom after, cutting a line straight for the exit.]
god I know that
Indeed, I did. But perhaps a diner bathroom is not the place to discuss such matters?
[She glances around them and to the mess Ziegler made while changing. Blood. Feathers. She needs to be cleaned up, and the less attention they attract to themselves, the better. Turning on her heel, Moira heads for the door, pausing at it.]
Do meet me outside, we can discuss further at my place. [She throws an amused look at the blonde over her shoulder.] If you're not too adverse to dealing with the devil, that is.
[She'll leave the bathroom after, cutting a line straight for the exit.]