Ashley's beast stirred with fear over Dillon's proximity. This time, though, she fought the instinctual urge to use the sanguine voice upon him. She survived that ride once, and did not care to take a trip down that alley again. Besides, out of all in attendance, he was the only one which she had business to discuss.
"I barely know either... Mrs. Marvel. Whoever that is..." Ashley grinned, toying with the sash for a moment. Then shit took a turn for the weird...
Ashley remained silent, giving them their moment. Her eyes fell to Thomas , before quickly shifting to Dillon to catch his reaction. She was pleasantly surprised by the quick turn around before someone came in and exploited the situation.
A soft smile traced her lips over Dog's antics, even as her beast cringed with fear over his presence. Ashley couldn't help but play along...
"Do you take me for someone who likes sloppy seconds?" Ashley said playfully...
"And...I wouldn't have pegged you for the "shitty-thirds" type..." Ashley gave a helpless shrug.
Ashley's eyes left them for a moment, as another approached. Harold was hard not to notice, it was as if his massive form drew glances from gravity alone. She gave him a respectful curtsy, as he was another piece of the puzzle that was falling into place tonight...
"Ashley."
Velma's outfit caught Ashley's attention. If Ashley did not have better things to do, then she would have wasted time fucking with the Daeva. The Harpy's costume gave Ashley a fair idea of what she might look like if she got flensed, something Ashley intimately knew Velma could survive through...