Who: Eve and Claire Bennet What: Another attempt to reach Claire When: Shortly after their conversation Where: Random warehouse that belongs to W&H, lets just say Eve suggested it Rating: Likely high. Violence toward Angels, not that she feels it. Status: Complete
The impact this entire thing was having on Ben had nearly broken her heart. It didn't take her telepathy to see that. She had no regrets about scorching the worst of the employees that had been around her. She hadn't expected to get a chance to talk to Claire after it. Did she think she was going to convince Claire that she wasn't who she thought he was? No. But she did think it would give the blond something to think about. If the SP could mind trick an Angel, they could do it to just about anyone.
Eve had arrived exactly on time to when she said she meet Claire at the Wolfram and Hart base. Hopefully the location gave the blonde some more security. One minute she had been at her apartment, the next she was standing in the building, dead center. She was still dressed like she was coming to work at a Law-firm, blazer, skirt, blouse, and her favorite three inch stilettos.
Her mind automatically searched the building for Claire. When she was located, which only take a second or two once they were both in the building, the Angel turned to look at the blond, her face blank, impossible to read. She half expected her to not even show.