He opens his mouth, clearly ready to protest further, but Lis'sa cuts him off smoothly. "You're back-up. Back-up only works when it stays in the back." Without waiting on a response, she slips out the door and onto the street. It's a warm enough night, and lots of lights flash up and down the street from cars whizzing by. People brush past on the sidewalk, but give a large berth to the open car door as Lis'sa steps forth, all long legs and intimidating demeanor.

She waits for the others, eyeing up the golden arched doorway, where a broad shouldered man in a slick suit checks each guest who enters.