Omega, Omega, Omega. It kept coming up in his thoughts, but with nothing whatsoever to help Cels figure out what Omega actually was. It was growing annoying, in a way. Almost enough so to have her pull her shields into place. She'd never met another telepath who could do that - she'd always assumed it was an angel thing. "Probably the vampire bar," she replied, without missing a beat. "With that, people seem to see this as a designated safe place. To me it just seemed... interesting. Detroit's become kind of a hellhole, anyway. It was time to move on." It still made her sad, though. She couldn't help it.
"You're a long way from home then," she commented. "What do you do? Did you come out here for the atmosphere? Work maybe?"