If Sylvia is allowed a guard, as is Faolan. His choice of guard, however, is notably odd- Annie is skittish and could probably be blown over by a particularly strong gust of wind. But she's deadly if she needs to be, and she's hoping it won't go that way. This was needed. She didn't like the idea of trusting Redbright- she was a witch, and that was more than enough for Annie, but the fact remained: Hillingdon needed more territory if they were going to do anything about the vampires. So if that meant compromise, and hopefully far less blood-shed, Annie could go along with the idea.

She says nothing, when they arrive, keeping to herself, her hands clasped behind her back. If she didn't, they'd wind up in her hair, and that wasn't the sort of impression she wanted to give Redbright. Or the owner of Lily, whom she'd fallen absolutely in love with.

"You have, uhm a lovely home," Annie tries, her Irish accent always seems to get stronger around Faolan. Now sitting on the couch, she tries to take up as little space as possible, spare the cup and saucer on her lap, the tea highly sugared. Wait- was she not supposed to be speaking? Then just pretend she didn't say anything. She'll just sit here. And drink tea.