"I'm not sure." She shrugged, propping her chin up on her fist. The bartender set their drinks down in front of them and she moved to pick it up, taking a sip that was actually a sip this time. "A couple of weeks, maybe. I was never really very good with time, and you know Concept. Could be hours, could be years. And let me tell you, the place didn't get any more fun."
She swirled the ice cubes around her glass, looking back at Morpheus with a barely-there smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Tyr," she said finally. "God of justice and boring crap like that. I guess he and Aunt Enyo have a history of mutual... wanting to fuck each other up. I was just there - I didn't even do anything, and he said that this was between the two of them and then he turned around and-" she paused, shrugged. "There I was, dead and in Concept."