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Finally a fucking meeting that doesn't conflict with her work schedule. Unfortunately, she'll have to pay more for the daycare to keep her son passed her usual pick up time. They'll most likely be getting a ride home on the ferry, since all the fisherman are packing up for the day. Which, fine by her. She caught a bus to the south of town and arrived at a creepy looking house named after a movie. She had her headphones around her neck. She wasn't the only one to arrive on time. 

She followed everyone into the house and took a seat at a table along the wall. She put her foot in the adjacent seat, so no one could sit next to her unless they were someone she fucked with. Namely, Sully, Greyson, and Tsukino. It's a reservation they didn't know she made. She tucked her hands into her pockets and leaned her head on the wall. She wondered what they weren't getting done today. Each meeting seemed like they were getting less and less fruitful. 

Lo and behold, Auri starts talking about useless shit with 8th Street like that has anything to do with Father Wolf. When the floor was open for questions, she raised her hand. [color=DE198A]"Yeah, so, no questions for you specifically Sabrina. Nice to meet you by the way."[/color] She politely waved at her, before turning her attention to Auri. [color=DE198A]"Auri, can we focus on what we know about Father Wolf? 8th Street's only trying to kill a small percentage of the group. I've no beef with them, so they're not my problem unless I'm in close proximity to their targets. However, we're all Father Wolf's targets. We're better off talking about that when we're all gathered, and anyone that wants to volunteer their time for the 8th Street combat brigade can do that on another day. How many of us has 8th Street killed? Zero. How many of us has Father Wolf killed?"[/color]

She counted up on her fingers. [color=DE198A]"Nine before we got back together, and..."[/color] she held out her pinky, [color=DE198A]"Would you look at that. I've run out of fingers."[/color] She put her hands back in her pockets. [color=DE198A]"What? Three deaths over the last few weeks? So can we please focus on what we know? These weird dreams we've been having, the Recollections, Kari's notes going missing. Is any of that connected to our killer?"[/color] 

She's so tired of the group getting sidetracked on shit that doesn't matter in the long scheme of things. The first night lead to a fight that put her back on her ex's radar, the second got the feds involved, they learned a little bit at the third meeting but got attacked, and now they want to focus on that, then on someone killing them when they can? Sweet fucking Jesus. And here Greyson almost made her feel bad for choosing to work with Dollhouse for protection. They know so little about Father Wolf that she doesn't even know if he knows she's Severed. At which point, her being here was all for nothing.