Re: quicklog: connie/matt/etain
[Connie frowned at the splattering of fresh blood against Etain's hand. She got a weird vibe from the room and Etain made time feel itchy. That was probably why the spiky white haired girl had a hard time trying to crack into who this girl was. She stood there a second longer than she should have, looking at one of the paintings and then:] Etain, if this is some supernatural stuff, you need to file it with the front desk! [It was absurd, but she sounded totally serious.]
Ah, sorry. [She apologized to Matt for being weird and then nodded, zipping out of the room to go get the EMTs.]