Same straight dark hair, but the makeup was brighter, lighter, more festive, with cranberry lips that sparkled when she smiled. The non-descript cloth...s I remember she usually wore under her clerk smock were replaced by a tight fitting sweater and low-rise hip-huggers that showed some skin and gave my imagination a lot to think about. "Hi," she said with a big smile. "Merry Christmas. How's your little boy?" "Merry Christmas to you," I said. "By now he's at his uncle's cabin enjoying his second. ”Henry’s fingers flew over the keyboard. The coffeemaker started brewing a cup of coffee.“How’s the sandwich maker working out?” Betsy asked.“It sucks. It broke after the third grilled cheese sandwich. It’s easier to send Paul out to bring back real meals,” Henry said.“Are you paralyzed?” Tony asked.“No. Just lazy.”“I know who you are. You’re Henry Thibodeaux.”“That’s right.”“We hired you to work on the FG gun.”“Oh, you’re Tony Thomas?”“That’s right,” Tony said.“How’s the project going?” Henry. . how did you do that?” Natasha stepped in beside Jessy and looked up at him. She looked meek, but her eyes always had a layer to them. Whenever Julias met them, she looked away, but for just that glimpse he could see she was thinking fast.“How do you think?” He met Jessy’s glare, but the Gangrel stared right back at him. Julias wrenched his arm free and started walking again. Damn idiots. You don’t stop to talk in the middle of moving crowds unless you actually want to look suspicious.“I’m. Surprisingly they did not attack immediately but seemed intent on a face to face confrontation first.“Morgan le Fay, you haven’t changed one bit,” came a voice from out of the trees.“Neither have you Zosimo,” Morgana replied.“I don’t go by that name now and if you intended insult, that won’t work either,” the voice of Gilles de Rais chuckled as the Coalition Mages stepped into view.“I was merely being polite as you used a name I no longer have a use for,” Morgana chided him, making his florid.