"No memo. Just stuff." Tuesday says as Sand steps in and asks her question.
"I think so." to Dick, "The guard's radio was chattering about you, guy wished you had an ID but. Was. You know. Suspicious that you didn't. So. Maybe not made-made. But. Like. You drew some attention, that might be great." Shifts. "Dude. I said we were a group that dealt in weird shit, and that we had the know how and gear to deal with the weird shit. So. Bluff. Not really." it was all true. "Yeah. There were these others who were let into the basement. And that was bad. Since. Basement. Apparently the center of weird shit. Don't know what happened to 'em. But. Nothing good. Probably. So. This guard. It's like. His Destiny to lead me-us to the basement, to be apart of that. What's happening down there. So. Yeah. If you have a meeting with the same dude. Meet with him. But I got us an in for an us, and not a single. So. To keep it all good and not to fuck up our lies. If you're gonna be a part of the us, you need a disguise."
More steppy steps. This time. Unfamiliar. Hazels sweep. "Yo Khysmet. That's Khysmet. Acanthus. No spiders." a look shared with Faye. "But he's kinda twitchy. Campy. He's also one of yours. And Dick's. So. Yeah." Turns to the man, and then uses a finger to point. "That's Sand. Campy-Campanella. Faye. Oculus. And Tuesday is me. This is everybody." eyes go the newest acanthus. Seriously dude. All the mages of Sacramento.
To Faye, "As for gear we could just have bags and say stuffs in them. Or we could illusion, if Sand can do that, or even Campy or you could Matter something that looks official even if it's not functional." said with a shrug. "I'll do Luck to help. Since. It's helpful."
Listening, "Yeah, you said unseen, so I thought Spirit since. You don't know Death....do you?" Tuesday thought she was all caught up on the Arcana known by the wise of Sacramento, but learning. Was a thing. "I know some Spirit, but not enough to do much good. At least I don't think I do. So. Dick. Weigh in. Since. Spirit."