Cian/Ash/Lea Going dancing, Azalea thought mournfully. That, she would happily ruin her sleep cycle for. But she was too old for that, and anyway, she had bigger fish to fry. Neatly finishing off her flask, she tucked it back into her pocket and cleared her throat.
"Well, lady and gent," she said, already moving, comfortable in her surroundings despite the cloying Mist. She'd always be a tenements gal at heart. "Time for us to build some wards."