“Oh, not quite, I needed to relive stress,” Integral remarked with a very slight dismissing shrug. She wasn’t self-conscious about her appearance to try to tame the tousled strands with her hand. “It was an unusually quiet night. I believe the supernatural population was as stunned as us. I observed expectation and anxiety, aside of that.” She glanced at the street vendor’s direction. She considered ordering anything to quench her thirst. However, she didn’t like coffee and most of the tea served was nauseous with the exceptional high-profile café.
Turning to her parked car, Integra motioned to the open door. “Would you like to sit and finish that in peace?” she asked. She would ask him about his situation after he ended his drink. The man surely needed it. It must have been out of the law firm control, she assumed, for the timely reactionary post. What had Lindsey claimed about the perils of bringing people from others worlds without realising how they would turn against them?
Perhaps those superior beings had made a terrible mistake.