Lexia stood in the midst of people adjusting equipment and checking connections as a crowd slowly gathered near the stage, clad in armor and wielding weapons. Gegner seemed to think James had actually had a reason to run off like a moron. Apparently he'd gotten something similar. Why was it that people liked to keep this sh*t to themselves instead of telling the people who were actually important? At least Gegner had volunteered a little info. Once he agreed to carry out the mission Lexia got ready to end the call with an acknowledgment, but he continued. As he talked Lexia absently walked toward the rear stage. Oh cool, the cast of about five different Horror movies were teaming up and going somewhere. If they showed up Lexia would deal with it, otherwise they were just a cherry on the avalanche she was already dealing with. As for something stirring. Well no sh*t it's almost like zombie-dragon-snakes were popping up out of nowhere with giant blue friends to boot. Whatever, the old dude meant well at least. “You do what you're doing there and that's plenty of assistance. I'm not in the habit of underestimating threats, with James' dumb*ss little stunt being looked after I can focus on my music and hold everything together back here. If that team of monsters shows up... Well at least we know these ones, we'll be prepared. Good luck old man” She hung up and turned toward the growing crowd. She walked forward, snatching the tea and a bite size snack from the tray. “Looks like things aren't going to be calming down for a bit Ress.” Gegner had gotten some kind of vision or message or whatever but not her? One of Apollo's domains was prophecy. Why did she never get any of this mystical sh*t? Maybe with the right song something would happen, but there wasn't exactly the time to experiment with music right now.