“Uh huh<.” A delicate eyebrow quirked. Faeries. Media considered herself far too well-bred to let her distaste show and nearly succeeded in keeping her face bland. Except, of course, for the slight tightening at the corners of her eyes and the barely perceptible way her mouth pulled down. The old gods, at least, served a purpose but there was no room in her world for the flighty remnants of times best forgotten. I thought I was rid of them after Barrie’s death. Guns, defend me if there is another resurgence of popularity. A slight shudder ran through her body.
She glanced towards the bank of computers and then back at the young woman. A new question was starting to take hold of her attention. Why is a faerie in New York, and why is it bothering a human girl? “Well, I didn’t see wings but there was someone running around here earlier. Although, beyond the red hair I couldn’t make out much.” Arms crossed, she tapped her fingers idly just above her elbow. “I could probably pull up a log of where else they might have gone, other than your blog. I don’t know if it’ll tell you much, but -” she shrugged, it was the best she could think of.