A small smile mirrored Wes' as she sat up in her chair. Though some of the elders of the Pack would look down on her associating with other Supes, Vamps most particularly, what they didn't know wasn't giving them any pains. But the world was global now, not just a remote village counties away. They could talk of Old Ways and Old Days as much as they liked, they had to change with the world, or die with the times.
Wes was a good person, he had good taste in music, and Ana felt she could trust him, though that last thing she kept to herself. She was a businesswoman, had to keep some cards close to her chest.
"Do all my best work at night, but you know how that is. What brings you here, Wes?"