In any case, somehow she thought it would be worth her time to find out one way or the other – She’d found herself wavering in her long-held beliefs in recent years, wavering in her convictions, and it just wouldn’t do for her to lose what had given her her edge. She had plans, after all, and there were those she needed to protect. If Elisa were part of some treachery somehow, she would find the end of it best by playing along for now. If she befriended her and Elisa proved untrustworthy, then she would have her answer and her convictions would be proven true again, her doubts assuaged. If, on the other hand, Elisa proved to be what she seemed, then… then that would be a pleasant surprise, she supposed. However it turned out though, the bottom line was that Elisa Maza now knew her secret, and that was potentially very dangerous to her. No matter the risk though, killing a woman who’d just saved her from captivity was out of the question for her – Her honor wouldn’t stand for it and neither would her heart. No, the wise course of action was to keep Elisa close until she had a better idea of what the detective having that knowledge might mean for her.

They pulled into a parking space in the small underground garage under Elisa’s apartment building, and Elisa turned the key to shut the car off. ”Well, we’re here.” She observed, looking over at Dominique who was blinking her eyes open. She considered the woman next to her a moment and found herself somehow fascinated. Oh, she was sure in the morning when her brain was no longer sleep-deprived she’d probably wonder just what the heck she’d gotten herself into (magic, intelligent life on Earth that was other than human, corporate intrigue, billionaires, armed mercenaries, kidnapping attempts, and who knew what else – it was a long list), but for some reason she had a feeling she’d made the right call about this, about Dominique. Somehow Demona, or Dominique Destine, just seemed like… someone who could use someone on their side for once. Someone who… had been alone for too long. That, at least, was something she could relate to. Less so the wings and magic and everything of course, but whatever it all meant, she had a feeling, her life had just gotten considerably more interesting. And as far as she was concerned, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. She’d just have to see what happened. Tomorrow. ”Sleep, here I come.” She said.