Reaver casually glanced over at me, when he heard the door close behind me, before looking back at the man sculpturing his perfect complexion. 'Well, hello there.' he said, not even bothering to look at me. 'Always a nice surprise to have company – I don’t get many visitors to my coastal paradise. Especially from one that might re-describe a man’s definition of “paradise”.' he added, looking back over at me, and taking in my tired yet muddy complexion. I turned and stalked out of the room, making sure to slam the door shut behind me. 'We could use some help too.' said Sister Beverly.