Madeline
Matti pushed the door open the smallest amount possible to squeeze their body through the door, closing it immediately after. It felt itchy, near-wrong to step into a new space, and they wanted to get it over with quickly. Once they were inside, with the door closed, the turned to Margo. The mood felt odd— too light for the heavy conversation they had anticipated, but still burdened with a certain odd tension. 

"Hello," They called out, moving to hover near an open seat. "I wanted to talk about what happened. With the angel. More specifically, what—" They cut the sentence off. "What? That's what I'm asking."
Jeannie
◆ "Figured as much." Margo hummed, nibbling another bit off of the banana in her hand. "Take a seat, man, no need to hover. I didn't get this couch delivered just for myself."

□ Scooting over, she planted herself in the far corner, up against the wall and its imposing bookshelves stocked thick with all manner of non-fiction titles, even labelled out with the Dewey Decimals so she herself could find whatever she was looking for. Of course, though, the small trove of information wasn't the focus here, but rather what she and Matti had seen, that short angel lingering around like a decaying skunk carcass minus the foul stench.

▪︎ Surprisingly, it seemed like the angels didn't neglect their hygiene. Nice.

◆ "So, that angel was Frida. She's... Not great with English, and she seems to be the spunkiest of the ones we've seen as a collective." Margo began to talk once Matti had taken a seat. "So it makes sense that someone with her sparky drive would be willing to break in here again. I know who they're looking for, and... I have one faint lead, actually." She continued. "Before we get into it, though... Tea? A snack? I have some magnolia brewing right now, it's delicious, but it'll also put you to sleep. It's like chamomile but better."
Madeline
"I've never had tea before," Matti answered honestly, turning Margo's answer over in their mind. Clearly the angels were a group, one who the inhabitants of newton's cradle had encountered before. Looking for someone— it could only be another angel or some kind of contact. If Frida would risk coming to a place she was clearly terrified of, they must not be able to move out of the compound to meet her, or perhaps they were unwilling. "Spunk" Implied liveliness, and while the angel Matti had seen had been *Alive*, she'd been scared. Withdrawn. *What are the others like, if she was counted as one with "Spark"?* Their thoughts raced as they connected the information with what (admittedly little) they'd already figured out.

Mattias sat down on the couch.

"Who— *What* Is an angel?" They asked simply. "What do they do?" They flipped their handbook open to a blank page, and began scribbling.
Jeannie
◆ "Really? Fuck, let me just..." Rising to her feet, Margo quickly grabbed the spate porcelain teacup and saucer, setting them next to hers and setting aside any possible thoughts of offering fruit to soothe the tension. Turned out, Matti didn't want a clementine, he wanted *Answers.* "Sorry, just can't believe you've never actually tried tea. Man..."

□ Comments shot abound her skull, whizzing and popping as she resisted the urge to comment some sort of joke. Instead, she simply checked the candy thermometer she kept in her kettle at all times and shook her head; seemingly it hadn't hit the right point for her, and that simply wasn't good enough. Sitting back down, she took a few moments to think, humming lightly and feeling every millisecond of wait dripping off of her brow in nervous cascades.

▪︎ Where to begin...?

◆ "That's their colloquial name. They're... Kind of like the Mansons, if you've heard of them. Classic cluth stuff, they've got a Big Sister who's barely even human; she runs the show. Then there's at least fifteen others; Frida is just one. Parahumanity is uncommon enough that... We can *Presume* Every Angel was not born that way. That also implies that they forcefully convert people, which... Might just be a theory, but it does have some really nasty implications."

• "Then, there's Annika, the crux of this whole issue. She's missing, the Angels are convinced she's here, and... I think she is. But, we can't let them know that. They know that, there's nothing stopping them from just walking in and fighting their way to her. It's a mess, to put it lightly."