A fancy limo slipped by past the crowds, pulling Xel's attention away from the security guard for just a moment. That had to be tonight's entertainment. The grating voice of the bouncer pulled his head back around.

"Sorry about the confusion. Ms. Black says to let you. Come this way."

"Thanks, pal."

Stepping into the much cooler insides of the Cloud 9 was a refreshing change from the warmer concourse of the station outside. Proper climate control was for people not peasants. He couldn't help but adjust his jacket and make sure he didn't have anything on his pants, an old habit from a lifestyle that frequently resulted in his and other people's blood being on his clothes and working for the sort of people who didn't want to see the results of their iron fistery.

Making him way into Bliss he found the room to be far more occupied than he had anticipated. He'd hoped to just get Molly alone and wish her luck, but now there was a bloody audience. He recognized a few faces, including that of the talent from that one wine fueled evening. Getting in line he waited his turn after Alienor, whom he gave a wry smile and a wink, before following after her to give Molly a hug of his own.

"Congrats on the turnout, Mol."