"It's nice to meet you, Miss Weaver," Fred replied, extending her hand to the other woman. With the Welcome Center's wards, there was no hesitation to do so where she might have been wary before. "I'm Fred Burkle. Welcome to the Welcome Center." She tripped over the words, 'welcome' twice in the same word making her feel weird grammatically.
"They did. There's two major forces in control. The Powers That Be are on the side of Good and the Senior Partners are on the side of Evil. A few years back, they started this war here in Los Angeles and since then, they've been bringing people, and sometimes businesses, to this place in time to fight for them. Once they do the 'recruiting' so to speak, they don't usually follow up. What side you choose, or no side at all, is up to you," Fred explained, wondering how detailed the person who had talked to her before had been. She didn't want to repeat everything Catherine had already heard.
She winced sympathetically. "It's near impossible to arrange a meeting with them. Usually it's them telling you to come talk to them, if at all. They're not every sociable in that way." Which had on more than one occasion been a frustration. All those times their Champion could have used their help and they just sat back and watched. "I guess you could almost call them snobby?" If the shoe fit.