Aine didn't know why she was there. Well, she knew why. Preston had requested that she showed up to this warehouse for some reason. She herself was not sure how she was going to contribute, or what-have-you. She had some of the best security money could by, but these randos were gods and had powers or something to that effect.
She knew that Preston, or Zeus, as he called himself, was not one to partake in the hard drugs. Or at least, she'd never seen him do it and he always looked like an incredibly clean kid. It's why her parents loved him. She didn't feel incredibly out of place. Rich people did weird shit all the time, not to mention she'd been to weirder 'parties'.
All she knew was that she would get more information about her friend who was kidnapped. Her songwriter, her favorite face in the world had been taken from her. She wanted that back. These people were going to try and do that, so why not indulge whatever it is they believed they were.