Victoria sat up and with the help of Daisy, she limped over to where he was standing. She looked out the same window and saw twelve nobles, seven woman and five men, all dressed to the nines, and all very much human. Victoria was now convinced that her estranged father had lost his mind. "There are twelve people out there, no balverines." She huffed. Reaver kept his posture low. "You don't know much about the world do you?" He asked her. "No, because Logan won't let me see it." Victoria snapped. "Uhh, Masta Weava will be home any minute little lady..." Barry replied. "What is?" Reaver asked again.