She watched him then, silently finishing off her cigarette as she did. Flicking the butt with unerring accuracy into the full ashtray on the table, she didn't once remove her gaze from him. Intimidating him had little to do with her gaze, rather she was trying to judge what she knew of the man and just how sincere he was being with her. She would have rather spoken with Leathan, for she knew that he knew much more of JT than she did. However, that was not an avenue open to her at the moment and she finally had little choice but to use her own judgement.

"Last I knew, he was holed up in an abandoned factory out on the Isle of Dogs. One of the ones down on the waterfront. I can't vouch for him still being there. It's quite possible he has found himself another location. Our type," she paused and took up her beer again for a drink, "our type tend to be a transient sort. It's only luck that has allowed me to hold onto my own flat."

Luck and a lifestyle that lent itself to living on a shoestring. Cigarettes and beer, it turned out, were far cheaper than food. Tipping back her beer to finish it off, she let the bottle join a collection of others on the floor. "Please, Mr. Rainey, use your wand to lock up when you leave," she said, standing and moving around the back of the couch to head towards her room. "Wouldn't do to let a werewolf's home remain unlocked. Fools might stumble in."


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