The meeting... hadn't gone well. None of them had, lately. Charles had hoped that going in person for this one would help their odds of being heard, but instead all it seemed to do was rile up the opposition even more. And worse yet, Charles had heard—

Those thoughts are shoved to the back of her mind, buried under a dozen other things, but she can still feel the fear beneath those layers. Lurking in the dark, waiting to rise and strike. It's without any real thought that she pulls her phone out of a pocket and thumbs through the contacts, finding a particular name and typing out a message. ]

I'm in town — got any dinner plans?