"Got it. I'll just..." Suddenly, Meliora's expression changed from looking tired to one of shock. She considered falling over and having a nap right there. Being that near to the gloom was terrible, and sleeping and not doing anything felt like a [i]great[/i] idea right now. Naturally, that would be the worst possible choice here, right? She'd almost fallen right into the trap.

"Help." She took a seat across from Patchouli. Creativity was supposed to help with mojo--maybe thinking up a plan counted?

"I don't suppose you've got personnel files around here, do you? Might be able to figure out a plan of attack."