Blaire was in her element, elbow propped on the bar while she kept up a conversation with the bartender she was clearly familiar with. Once her drink was in hand, she turned, to see that strangely clad fellow from earlier. What was up with that anyways? One of those regency romance fantasy balls that were popular about now? Renaissance faire perhaps? She did recall there being one held this weekend. Maybe he came straight from the venue. Regardless of whatever his deal was, he was clearly looking uncomfortable while doing his best to appear otherwise. It wouldn’t hurt to try and help him break the ice. Though, her idea of being helpful kind of just, spilled out and came off more pointed than anything. “You just come from the renn faire?” +++ At least she didn’t make them wait. The timing was almost perfect, actually. Aon scowled at the swish of her tail paired with her smirk. Again they found themselves nearly reeling at the dark aura just diffusing off of her. They were really regretting their choice of atmosphere now. The corner of their lip curled slightly. Of course they knew what this was about, but the confirmation of it being about that stupid vault was bait they couldn’t refuse. “Haha oh I see. That coward couldn’t reach out to me again himself? That’s cute.” Pushing themselves off of the wall they stood at a cocky little slant, one hand on hip. “Well, I’ll tell you just as I’ve told him. I don’t have it anymore. You’re wasting everyone’s time.”