Ray made her way toward Vincent, her boots making an ugly sploosh noise with each footfall. Droplets fell from her waterlogged attire, splattering across the well-swept wood floor. She was making a mess, but it did not bother her in the slightest. All she worried about was the warmth of the crackling fire. That, and giving Vincent an earful about the treatment. "You bet your ass the food and drink are on you," she told him, climbing directly onto the stone hearth itself. Her small body fit snugly there, in the space just before the pile of logs. Her emerald eyes slipped behind closed lids as she focused on the heat. She still shook inside the oversized coat, but she took great pleasure in the steam that rose from the thick fabric as she baked. She was altogether too close to the fire, but no one said anything. Most likely, for fear of their own lives.

Rayleigh left Vincent to sit in silence, opening her eyes only when the waitress approached. "What can I get you?" the apron-clad woman asked, remaining a few steps away, so not to be as close to the fire.

"Something warm," came the brunettes answer. "Soup, maybe?"

The waitress nodded, then asked, "and to drink?"

Rayleigh let her eyes flit to Vincent for just a moment. "A bottle of your most expensive drink, please."

As the waitress bustled away, Ray's look of smug amusement melted into confusion. An enormous beast and a tiny person sat a few tables away.

"Who let the kid in here?"