That was strange, and whatever brought it on, it couldn't be good. "Understood," I said, and wondered what to do about the perishibles in the refridgerator.
Well, without a time frame or knowing what was going on, there wasn't much more I could do than throw the dirty tools in the dishwasher and close the lid to let it run, and walked out to the bar. A customer, who looked rather grumpy about matters, was paying Greed, and that was the only non-employee I could see.
No. Wait. Scratch that. Out of the corner of my eye, shadows in the room seemed to move. I very pointedly did not look over in that direction, but from what I could make out, it fortunately did not seem like there was more than one, two at the most.