Darcy wandered in to the meeting only a few moments before Rhysand started talking, looking almost confused and a little lost. She'd heard the rumblings before, saw the posts people had put up about this...rebellion, about wanting to fight the Man. And, while she honestly had hoped they would succeed, she had been too nervous to join. She couldn't be a target, she didn't want to lose Bruce or her son again and she knew that Bruce would not survive losing either of them either, so she'd kept quiet, stayed out of it. She kept eye on what she could and quietly hoped every time she heard something new that it would work, that they would defeat him or kill him and they could all just live in peace without the threat of losing everything looming over them every moment of their lives.
Which is why she had no idea why she was here now. She hadn't planned on coming, didn't even remember making the decision to be here or even remember leaving the house. Yet here she was, standing in the back of the crowd, arms crossed over her middle and listening to the discussion happening around her.
[OOC: Darcy is being influenced by the man. He's controlling her mind without her knowledge and using her as an unwitting spy of sorts]