'Uh.. No.' Drake shakes his head.

'Lenor, we would get sued. You cant just go on the Radio and call a real church a den of satanists. We can make up all we want, Bigfoot will never sue or get us all fired. But something like that would...'

Drake sighs, pikcing at his microphone.

'What else do we got for tonight? We cant talk about your friend, its probably an active criminal investigation anyway.'

"I heard of them...I also known if you put yourself there Lenor...they will come and burn this place to thr ground."
She pulls a minty green toothpick from a wax papaer wrapping and deposits in her mouth. She chews on it for a minute.

Do you guys actually think I'm stupid enough to just out right name the place? *She smirks and rolls her eyes a bit* I'll make something up, and just focus on the bombing, alright?

'No, skip it, we arent the news, we dont care.'

Drake yawns.

'Lets revisit that alien picture from a week ago. That green fucker with the claws. There has been a total lack of coverage on that, not even as much as a coverup beyond some dude saying he stabbed everyone... It doesnt even make sense to me and im High!'

Suddenly animated he pulls up the story for them. Multiple deaths in a tower on the heights. Two hugely decomposed bodies that were alive hours before, a green guy with claws in the lobby.

'Total roswell shit goin on here ladies.'

*She scowls at Drake and sits back, lips closed tight, she won't speak, jaw clenches, her arms fold over her chest*

She looks to Lenor, part of her agrees...they should get the word out....but part of her disagrees...that church hurt a girl her own age....they are no church. She clears her throat, casting Lenor an apologetic glance before turning her azure gaze upon Drake. She looks to the story, briefly reading over this.
"Hey, its your bus now, drive it whjere ever you want," she sits back in her chair, quietly contemplating things.

*She had glared at the table for the remainder of the broadcast, frowning deeply, what good is she if she can't help Desmond out? If she can't use what little influence to expose true evil? In a huff she stands and heads for the door the moment the show is over, to Amanda she mumbles something about an appointment she needs to keep at the gardens, without answering any more questions she takes off in a hurry*

"Garden!?" she asks attempting to chase Lenor down, but Lenor avades her and is off to her bullet bike in the pakring lot. Amanda stands and watches the girl drive off. She sighs, picking out her phone and sending Lenor a text message.
-Be careful. I worry.-
She puts up her phone and sighs. She waits until the smoke stack that is Drake appears.
"I know you got the munchies like a motherfucker, so how about supper? I'm buying."