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When the man noticed her, Addie's ears went back against her skull, her eyes narrowing. Her hand instinctively rested on her gun, though it appeared she was just putting a hand on her hip. She certainly did not want any unnecessary conflict, but something about this Jaxon guy was not right. To be honest, she was concerned for Carter, the woman he was talking to. Though it was odd for someone of her profession, Addie absolutely hated violence without reason, at least when she wasn't working, and would do what she could to prevent it without totally endangering her life. Nevertheless, just living in the Underworld was a danger.

A second later, however, he turned back to Carter, no longer taking any notice of Addie. He leaned over the rail, and Addie got the impression that he would just as soon fall over as straighten. He did stand up again, said something about an appartment, and walked off. Addie had no doubt that he was deranged, but that wasn't totally unusual here. In fact, it was expected. Some of those who actually knew her past would say she was deranged for leaving such a priviledged life, and even more for not returning when she experienced the sheer poverty and crime here. Most of the time, Addie would just shrug and change the subject. She cared little what others thought of her decisions.

Sure that the man had really left, Addie approached Carter, her gaze still on the man's retreating form and she saw a closing door, but took no real notice of it. Her attention turned back to Carter and she asked, "You okay? That guy was a few cards short of a full deck, if you know what I mean. Not terribly unusual I suppose, but still..." she paused a moment, looking out over the club, "not all that much fun to deal with."