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Garrison groaned and leaned back even further in the seat, putting himself very close to knocking himself over. "A meeting with her royal pain in the ass and her merry band of pale puppets. Can this day get any better?" He pushed himself back into a normal sitting position before jumping out of his seat and pacing around the table as he bantered on. "You know, I got the easy end of this job. I just sit there and listen to all the squabbling and brown nosing. But you're actually thrown into that wolf's den!" he exclaimed, waving his hand at her quickly. "I don't know how you can handle all it. Makes standing around all day and taking the occasional bullet look like a walk in the part." He stopped dead in his tracks, rolling what he just said over in his mind. After a short pause, he shrugs his shoulders once. "Okay, maybe I'm not helping you look forward to this day," he said, chuckling weakly as he looked over at Rebecca and scratched the back of his head nervously.

Putting his usual 'comedy routine' aside for the time being, he moved over to a clear patch of wall and leaned back against it, closing his eyes and taking a quick cleansing breathe before using his power. After so many years of using it, Garrison had easily learned to pull up his 'sixth sense' on a whim, though he always tried to stay concentrated so nothing slipped the net. As far as he knew, powers like his were very rare and very useful, though very hard to explain to others. Most assume it's some supernatural enhancement to once of his senses, but it was really a sense of it's own. It was like trying to explain sight to the blind. As the power kicked in, he instantly felt Rebecca's aura standing just a few feet away from him. In other parts of the house, there was the 'feel' of the servants, both human and vampire, moving around, getting ready for the day's work. Nothing unfamiliar to his relief.

Garrison's eyes snapped back open, the entire process only taking a brief moment. He pushed himself off the wall and started to bother Rebecca again. "You know, we could always play the hookie card. Just skip out on all the bull. Maybe get some work done, maybe do what we want. I heard there's this crazy goth bar I've been wanting to hit. And we'd both fit right in." He gave her a quick look over, chuckling as he realized how formal her clothes were. "Well, one of us would. But I'm sure you got -something- hidden in the back of that small country you call a closet that would work."