Oh, bother. Florence sure was talking a lot. Drake had no idea when he'd come into the convention center that he'd be standing here listening to the scientist drone on and on and on about the most inane things that few of these people even cared about. Who cared that Prism's numbers were up for the quarter? Certainly not him. He glanced at Rowen, who stood next to him, and determined that the other man didn't care much for the speech either.
He took out his pocket watch and caught an angry glare from Rudalotte's general direction. He put it away quickly. Time sure was going by slowly...