Darla's laugh was a low, sultry one as her gaze fell upon Lindsey. Her head tilted a bit toward the door and she shook her head. "She's still alive," she remarked, although it was clear from her tone that she could really care less either way. Ignoring the sounds of the secretary picking herself up off the floor, Darla continued further into the room and glanced around at the decor.
"You really need a woman's touch in here, Lindsey," she stated idly. "It's so very... masculine." Her teeth snapped a bit at that and she smiled once more, her attention again returning to him. "You should probably look into sleeping more, while you're at it. You look positively dreadful."
A mild shake of her head and she moved to the files spread across the meeting table. Glancing down at them but not really paying them much mind (or at least not seeming to) she ran her finger along the edge of one of the sticky notes and commented in a passing tone, "I have a bit of information on the new Champion that replaced my Angelus." Glancing over her shoulder at Lindsey, she asked curiously, "Interested?"