Jennifer was contemplating something when the events still moved on. The terrible pulls of age to a Kindred, the call of past memories interposing over current events. Jennifer glanced around the room to note that the Acknowledgement was already being handled and that strange interruption was being addressed by the Reeve. It was good to have an active Reeve once more, Jennifer thought. Jennifer rose from where she was and made a slow circuit around the room.

She looked over the faceless masses, noting that nothing else seemed to be requiring attention. As all was at it should be, Jennifer returned to the table and took a seat.