Cutty entered the Observatory quietly. Stargazing, in a non-academic manner seemed almost frivolous and wasteful, but he was here to give it a shot. Two of his friends had done it and one had enjoyed it enough that it made her top five favourite things list. It was his own way of doing research on them. Ahead of him he could see Anderson-Belfort flirting with a ghost...No, the other way around. Damien would never flirt with a ghost, unless he wished to end up like her. Not a bad plan, but not one Cutty could see Damien going for.

"Eh, he's alright." He said pulling up behind the flirting pair. "Whatchyer got in that pipe, Abey? Fire? Lightning? Or just ordinary bubbles?"