Due to various portal issues, Cara had gotten in late enough the night before that halfway to the hotel, she'd turned and headed for Cara Mason's converted warehouse loft (that also served as a secret lair) instead, and it was there that she now awoke, stretching luxuriously for the sake of the cameras as she pulled on a tasteful-yet-sexy (also expensive) nightshirt.

She settled in at her computer, going to the folders full of research on potential marks. She'd take this town for all it was worth, and this then... No, she wouldn't, couldn't think of that, not now. She had to keep her eyes on the prize and not get lost in memories of her mysterious, painful, and ill-defined past.

[Open, because what's the point of a secret lair if no-one knows where it is?]

Cara no longer had a roommate. While she didn't object to sharing a living space, she was hardly going to deny that there was a certain pleasure in having your own rooms. Not least because some things were simply easier when there was a level of privacy she hadn't enjoyed since she'd last lived in a Mord'Sith temple. Such as taking proper care of her leathers.

Looking up from cleaning her boots, she wondered briefly why she hadn't noticed just how blank and featureless the material they made the walls out of was before this, especially in the harsh, steady glow of the lights they used here.

She pushed the thought deep down, since it hardly mattered, before getting up and going over to open the door. Not much, just enough that any ambient noise could filter through. She didn't trust any place that was too quiet.

[Cracked door, open post.]