[As if on cue, a certain petite blonde figure hauled herself up over the edge of the rooftop with a little grunt of effort, the immense, wicked-looking claws currently replacing what should be a pair of delicate hands making this manner of meeting up with her 'crew' so much easier than trying to make her way through the festivities still going on indoors. Rowan had obviously not come from the masquerade proper, judging by her modest--and in fact, almost disreputable-looking--clothing this evening... Not to mention the fact that she'd just scaled a building rather than bother with all the fuss of the party itself.

Straightening up, she headed over towards Rip and Namur while giving the redhead apparently leading this whole circus a respectful nod of greeting, and fished a few sets of earbuds out from the pocket of her battered old bluejeans a moment later.]

Here are the headsets, as requested... Now, what the hell are we supposed to be doing? I heard something about "killing everyone."

[The remark made her chuckle, one brow raising inquisitively as she cast a glance between the assembled figures.]

And at such a fancy party, too... Should I have worn my furs?