"Pliable," Demi echoed, toasting him with a slightly raised glass. "I like that word. I might steal it from you." She took a sip, leaning back in her seat. "Happy hunting, darling. I've no doubt you'll find what you're looking for. The school fiasco might be a good place to look, if you haven't already. Loads of desperate parents and assorted family members hanging around there all day and night." A faint expression of frustration appeared on her face. "I skipped Homecoming because I figured it'd be a bunch of happy, possibly drunk teenagers," she confided. "Not the best conditions for my work, you know. Drunk and miserable, sure, but drunk and happy? Might as well be untouchable."
"Anyway," she continued with a heavy sigh, "I skip the dance and then this happens. No one can get inside - no one knows what's going on inside, and I'm stuck out here. Do you know how many desperate teenagers must be inside that dome right now? Terrified idiots who'd make any deal necessary to keep themselves safe from... whatever is going on in there?" She pouted, sighing again mournfully. "I could be cleaning house. But no, I'm stuck here because I decided to take a night off."