After answering the police's questions and dealing with the enlivened crowd of clubgoers, Deirdre taps Harry on the shoulder and asks him for his cell phone.  She goes a little to the side and pulls out the card Sebastion had given her.  She dials the number on the card and waits for someone to answer.

She hates to admit it to herself, but maybe Sebastion was right to some extent.  She'd still rather keep out of these political games as far as she can, but now it looks like she has no other option.  She's been forced into this new gambit despite all her efforts otherwise.  She's been thrown into the arena and now there's nothing for it but to fight for her life:  and fight she shall, kicking, screaming, and clawing.

My voice is calm and colletive, "how can i help you Deirdre?" i'm trying my hardest not to sound smug or insulting." i'm glad that your asking for help and i will try my hardest to aid you in your query."  

Deirdre grits her teeth and tries to bite her tongue.  You'd think that with all the pleading and begging he'd done to try to get her involved, he'd be a little more welcoming now that she's finally turning to him.

"Someone trashed Thorns.  Badly.  And I think we both know who is responsible."  She tries to keep her voice calm and level, rather than throwing into hysterical screaming.  She's a little embarrassed about the rage earlier, and doesn't want a repeat of that incident -- especially not out on the street where anyone could see it.

"I’m pretty good at getting info from places people over look and I don't mind checking it out just make sure if I come do my thing that I can get a little privacy. I prefer to try to keep some things in the dark if you don't mind." He pauses a second," if it was that bastard who trash Thorns he will begin to see my wrath. Thanks you for a chance to show a little brighter side of our network. I be over in a few"

((I'll make a new thread at Thorns for you))