He could have found the room with his eyes closed. There was no need, once her drew close, to follow the card with the neatly printed address any longer. Lord Vadar simply followed the taste of power in the air, feeling it churn throughout the Dark Side of the Force.
There was no mistaking what morality of persons he would find behind the door. He lingered outside for a moment, feeling his own strength and letting it feel the strength of the others within. After a moment, Vadar nodded to himself, satisfied. Two, perhaps three, could be a potential threat to him. And he was reasonably certain that of those, only one could overpower him.
The door opened with a touch of the Force. Vadar stepped inside, his pace slow and deliberate. His robes hid the lightsaber on his belt, and the hood covered his head, but his cold blue eyes looked through the room, marking each and every one of them, before falling on the young woman seated on a table in the back of the room. "Miss McGee," he said, his tone acknowledging. "I would assume that you are the hostess of this gathering?"
He hadn't had much interaction with her since the day she'd been in his home, speaking with young Luke. But he knew her interests lay with Wolfram and Hart. Given the collection in this room, he was getting an inkling of just what was in store.