Quinn hurried down into the Nox, meeting in one of the offices before moving to the closet and secure cells the Nox boasted. She was wearing a suit she had worn to one informal court. Only this time she wore some polished patent black flats instead of heels. She wasn't fooling anyone around here trying to borrow some heel height! She was short. End of list.
Spotting Milton she smiled, and hefted the messenger bag a bit higher on her shoulder. She had some supplies in case they needed it. Though with Angela's literal beating into torpor, the only thing she truly needed was the stake in her chest removed to be awake and active again. Though the incentive of something to slake that burning thirst was always on the table and just a phone call away. That's what herd was for after all.
"Good evening Whip Northbridge." She smiled warmly to Milton, and it actually reached her eyes.
Equipment: Messenger Bag, strike anywhere matches, lighter fluid-the squirt-able kind, money clip with cash, cell phone, tracking devices, Laptop.