Diana was sitting on the stairs leading up to the stage, tuning the guitar she'd borrowed from the stage manager. Her whole body was covered in vampire bites, but the one that was giving her the most consternation, at the moment, was the one on the heel of her right palm. Try as she ight, she couldn't stop brushing it, every time she played. Logic would dictate that she just stop playing until she healed.

But Diana Abel wasn't exactly known for her deep logic.

Look, she needed the music. It was one of the few things that made her forget the fact that a sadist could play connect-the-dots with her skin, right now.

She glanced up at the question, sweeping the choppy fringe of her brown hair out of her eyes as she took in...wow, that sure was a Billy Idol look-alike. "Sorry," she said, offering a faint smile. "Afraid I left my purse back in another universe."