Gravelings could being startling the first few times you saw them, but these weren't gravelings unless they'd started pumping steriods and heroine between pianos. At least now she knew what Rube had meant when he said 'Creepy Crawlies'.
Only these weren't so much Creepy Crawlies as Giant Fuck-off Ugly Running Aroundies. She didn't have time to be pissed off about the lack of forthcoming from the boss-man if she wanted to dodge the guy that was soaring towards the portion of the bar she was standing at.
This was going to be a case of waiting for the chaos to settle down a bit before popping the soul. The guy who had just crash-landed on the other side of the bar was a prime candidate, but so were the two Charlies Angel's rejects with the weapons. She looked at the post-it, then at the newly arrived whatever it was who had taken one look at her, screwed up it's already screwy face, and moved onto the Bondettes. They had their hands full between the panicking crowd and the angry freakshow escapees, and it allowed her to scoot across to the felled man against the wall, and check his wallet for an ID.