The lobby of the Samael building was sleek and modern, its glass walls reflecting the soft glow of the city lights outside. The group clustered together near a set of leather couches, the tension of the night settling in as they waited.
Penny glanced toward the elevators, then at the others. "We could just go up, you know," she suggested, her tone light but carrying that usual edge of energy that clung to her every word. "Why waste time sitting here when the action's obviously upstairs?"
Leo shifted uncomfortably, his hand resting against the arm of the couch. Something about the idea twisted in his gut, the faint warning of instinct scraping along the edge of his thoughts. He looked toward the elevators, then back at the group.
"No," he said finally, his voice even but firm. "We wait here. I don't know why, but going up right now feels like a bad idea."
