"I'll have to handle this." Aerin, or now, Flair said, composing herself. She left the room, putting mental walls to block emotion almost immediately. When they saw Bean, he was in his usual state, sleeping in the same old chair, till what seemed to be his airwaves clogging woke him up. He sat up in a bit of a jolt, questioning his surroundings with a mutter involving orange haired bridge trolls, something she guessed to be part of his dream.