Who: Damon and Lila When: Late afternoon (after the flooood) Where: Lila's room
It had been an interesting day so far. Lila hadn't bothered attending the meeting, wanting to simply maintain her sanity around so many people. She had watched from the feeds in the comfort of her own room, however, and laughed quite a few times as it had begun to descend into all too familiar bickering and hurt feelings. Unfortunately it didn't get as dramatic as Lila would have liked, so she switched over the feed to watch Simms destroy nearly every room on the floor. He skipped hers, of course, and it didn't take a genius for Lila to realize that eventually people might start to wonder who did it... and she was the most viable suspect. It didn't worry her, however, and while she didn't think she needed to fall back on 'lady problems' to excuse her absence to the meeting, Lila didn't mind throwing it out there, if only to humor Felix.
She kept an eye on the feeds, reading the exchange between the 'council' and their plans to talk to her, if they saw her in the halls. Well, they wouldn't. Lila had no desire to clean up any of the flooded areas and she had no plans on leaving the confines of her room. If they wanted to talk, they could come find her. Not that they would get much out of her. Lila had nothing to say to most of them, although she supposed it would be fun to fuck with them all a little bit. She would just play things by ear.
Eventually she spotted Damon heading for her room, and Lila switched off the network. She pushed away from her desk and walked over to the door, opening it wide enough to see him approach. Then she stepped back so he could come inside if she wanted. If not, that was fine too, but she was shutting the door, regardless.