Like a devil summoned best by name, she was suddenly simply there, hooking her arm around the Brucolac's and tugging him away with her. The other hand neatly flicked a sugar-rock at the Puca, expecting he'd catch it with ease.

"Come on, come on! It looks like shit from the outside, but a good bit of the interior has been brought to some manner of order— and the old theatre is starting one of my favorites in a half-hour," radiating her excitement about her like the vibrations of a well-struck chord.