Glancing up, Claudia spied one of the Clubs--ah, yes; their Jack. Elani. She put down the resumè she'd been reading, saying, "Good evening. And no bother."

An eyebrow perking to the question, Claudia glanced over at the desk, giving a wave of fingers in its direction. "She was here a moment ago," being irritating, alas, "but I believe headed towards the desk there. You might ask Miss Henshaw when she returns; she stepped out for a moment."