“Oh, hella cool. Very jazzy sorta synth ish kinda mix; you don’t hear much of that in NoCal. Is your friend over there in the band?” Sophia pointed at the barista with the rainbow arm bands, casually. One large mistake was more than enough for her first week. “Who’s your inspiration, anyway?”

When everyone seemed to accept the cake slice, Sophia frowned. But it was the comment about how good it was that made her pluck a silver fork and quickly nab a bit from Terrence’s slice, and quickly eat it before any protest could be worded. She leaned back a little after swallowing, and nodded her approval before putting down the fork entirely beside the almost full hot chocolate.

“That is good,” she admitted. “Wonder if Sidney does better?”

In a conversational lull in the minutes to come, Sophia punched in the final few touches to her email by correcting the name of the Stones and including a want to focus on tackling the supernatural threats she excelled at. Glancing up at the entity beside Stella, she didn’t trust that Raphael didn’t know French, or Stella wasn’t already aware what she was feeding with her essence, but leaving it alone felt negligent. Later, she promised herself before sending glancing back at her phone to hit send. The notification promised her that Seraph was sent the email.

The breaking news story cut in about the spiky bone man making Keith taste pavement and inviting Drake to some abdominal crunches. Sophia winched, eyes immediately on Yuki. It was painful to watch as someone on the team – who knew how she was taking it? When the signature black mechanical suit of the North Side leader showed up, Sophia let out a breathe she was holding. The Rook predictably was forced off into hiding again.

“It looks like everything went well in the end,” Sophia offered the table, after the scene with Mercury and the emergency services, despite mostly speaking for Yuki's well-being. “Chances are they patched up Crowe and Mercury a little afterwards. I’m sure they’re fine.”