From the shadows under the bridge a blue and red figure appears, with a hump of green. Circe arrived with a duffel bag slung over her right shoulder. The green of it a horrid contrast to the deep crimson leather trench coat she wore belted at the waste. Only a pair of grey combat boots could be seen peaking out with a hint of denim trousers. There is an odd bulge to her right hip. "Hi ho everyone," her tone is a faux cheerful imitation of the famous frog. "Double bad news. I wasn't able ta get free samples fer you," she points at Samuel, "Or yer boss like I wanted. So ya can't go callin' shotgun. Second, Cole ain't showin' up. Cause reasons."
Circe was sure they other Courtiers would if they'd paid attention to Richard's press release. She was less sure that they would hold their tongues about it in front of Samuel.
Equipment: Duffle bag for meal bars, dried mundane fruits, water, a small LED lantern, 2 flashlights, 20' of rope, grill starter fluid, and her pump shotgun with 20 shells. She is Wearing her thin kevlar vest, leather trench coat, box of matches, shoulder holster Colt 45 with two clips and 30 rounds, knife in a hip sheath, and a knife in her boot.