Carissa shut her eyes quickly when Jory ran his hand through her hair. She had no reason to hide that she loved it, but she didn't know if she had to make a whole scene for the squad. Her eyes followed Jory and eventually to the door.
A quick *beep* could be heard and the sensor's light turned a jade green. The door slid open and, at first, there seemed to be an awkward lack of stairs. Just a small closet with another door many feet above on the opposite side. Suddenly, metal steps began to jut out from the wall opposite to the open door, each one becoming shorter than the next. The last one stopped right in front of the door. The lock made a *click* sound to signal that it was unlocked, and that the door was open.
From behind her desk, the mother raised her eyebrow. She had heard the sudden construction of the staircase and was alert to the fact that Team Dusk was almost upon her. But yet, she was barely worried. In fact, she seemed far more interested on what was going on outside and decided to open the window. The window reached down to the floor, and when slid to the side, a small platform with a staircase to the roof slid out of the building. While the structure of the conclave was most definitely older, the mother was bored and decided the place needed some modern technology. The screen that had been activated inside of the room suddenly flew to the mother's hand surrounded in a purple aura. The woman curtsied before sending ethereal "thank you" to her psychic friend. She held it in her hand, tossing it back and forth while she stared down at her slowly dwindling city.