Mab is, fortunately, patient in some things. Learning about mortals and how their current world operates cannot take up all of her time but she has set aside certain amounts of time to visit now and then. To learn. She shall have to find a mortal who doesn't call the police when she talks to them to really get her into the nitty gritty but Eames clearly is a good start.

The Night Council. Lead by a certain witch if she remembered correctly. She smiled as well, but hers looks more dangerous as her eyes drop from the marquee back to his. "Very true Mister Eames. We play by our rules." And while it wasn't bright to set the humans off, if the Night Council decided to raise a stink, Mab was not against raising one right back. The witches could not hide from frightened humans in the Other Realm if they had made enemies of the fae.

"Kensington." She repeated, letting the name settle in her mind. And then in an apparent non-sequitor she asked, "What, precisely, is a Boogaloo?"