--McMahon--
The mans eyes didn't stray to the newcomer, they stayed on Kiera as she told him of her lack of family. A electrical current passed through him with little resistance, but rather than hurt it simply drew his attention. A annoyance raised itself to a nuisance. As the pair then tried to exit, McMahon reclined in his chair the copper card once more in his hand. They would find the door rather fixed into its position, so unless they literally blasted the through they where not leaving that direction.
"While I understand I am imposing upon your time, I must insist that you think about my question a little harder."
A rather cold smile grew on his face, but it faded with his sigh,
"I am here to hopefully save us all a little time."
The man holds out his copper card to her once again, but while his gesture makes it appear a request his eyes demanded.
"If you do not share the information I know that you can provide, I will be forced to set gears in motion that could be a tad bit more damaging than tarnished morals and bruised egos. You will call me won't you?"
--Order--
Order had been holding face for some time, but the nights activity and the rather intense day had more than just taxed her. As soon as she had managed to get enough distance from any wandering eyes, she made her way to her rather quaint base/apartment. Once inside she dropped the facade, she gripped her head not so much from pain but a mental exhaustion that comes from using her abilities for such an extended period.
She found herself desperate for a shower, even though nothing really can adhere to her while she shifts into light its still something that she feels is necessary. Order dawned a more traditional attire of sweat pants and a loose tee-shirt, the common regalia of one who is about to spend time sleeping.
"The Vanguard are hopefully open for business 24 hours. Scorn strikes me as the type who doesn't sleep much.....Why am I thinking out loud?"
She stumbles over a misplaced footstool and finds herself lucky enough to end up face first into the cushions of her sofa. An event that solidifies her decision to sleep, and also to rethink the owning of aforementioned foot stool.
