"Xanadu." He repeated, looking down at her feet for a moment. "You don't by chance have Olivia Newton John cruising around you in roller skates?" Okay. Bad joke. Bad reference. But he had a soft spot for musicals. Even bad ones.
"Lorne, at your service." He mustered a smile for the woman, in spite of the fact that she couldn't see it, then grimaced a bit. "That makes two of us. I was looking to get away..but to a place I knew, at least."
There was something about this woman. Something decidedly older than the little human lambs. But Lorne couldn't figure out what. Other than that this place was just as inclined for the supernatural species as Los Angeles was.