So, the nervy little mortal didn't approve of smoking? What a pity, it might calm some of that anxiety that radiated off him. She grinned, lighting her own cigarette. There might be enough magic in the second hand smoke to... help him relax a little.

"No, I'm afraid he's not... he seems to be the only person who isn't here. And certainly the only person I know of who throws an open house party and doesn't show up to it." She shrugged, almost dislodging her precariously held laptop. "Everyone else is here by chance or looking for him."

She held out her hand, "I'm Ishtar Nineveh, CEO of Nineveh Corporations. Here by chance and with no immediate intentions to leave. What about you?"