Judith
The lightbulbs in the offices at Newton's Cradle are blindingly bright - or at least it seems that way in the dark of night.

It's 2 AM. A bad hour for almost anyone to be awake. On a couch in the office waiting room lies the angel-girl Valio and co. Had found squatting in an abandoned factory, half-asleep. She can't quite relax enough to sleep for any real length of time, what with the frequent coughing and occasional furballs.

Sitting next to her on the couch is a tall, lanky, gray man, and standing in front of her with a worried expression is a short, stocky woman - John and Joan, the deans, woken up by the night supervisor to deal with the situation. Neither of them looks happy by any stretch of the imagination. They both turn to Valio, who had carried the poor girl all the way from Industrin.

"You say you found her in an abandoned factory?"
Jim
Valio stands in the middle of the room tense and stiff. It had been an to say the least strange night, leaving the woman weary and tired. She sighed heavily running her fingers through her hair. Well she never slept well anyway. 

She watched as the poor girl whom she had carried from the industrial sector, wheeze and cough up god knows what for at least an hour. She was worried for the girl and for anybody who went over to the sector she had came from. She'd glady help this girl again but it was all just too confusing. An angel? Injured and alone coughing up pale grey furballs? Strange to say the least.

"Yes. She was in a room filled with cardboard boxes, trembling and holding a knife."
Judith
"A knife..." Joan mumbles. John looks as though he's figuring something out as they speak. It doesn't take long before he seems to realize. Their faces turn even more sour than before. They turn to the girl, and Joan shakes her a bit, whispering with her for a few moments.

"Did she say anything about belonging to a group of some kind? A clan, something like that?"

They look like they already know and are just trying to confirm everything.

"And did she mention any names?"
Jim
Valio widened her eye watching Joan shake the girl. She'd want to interfere but that wouldn't be for the best. The tall girl watched them look perturbed before looking at her. She felt quite confused at it all. 

"No she had said nothing about a clan or anything belonging to that area." 

Valio looked at the girl once more watching her heave with pain.

"No names she did mention Evil quite a lot though."
Judith
Joan is silent for a long, long time, or what feels like it. She strokes the girl's wings, and briefly the cracks in her halo. The girl winces at being touched, in something like discomfort.

"She can't stay here," Joan finally replies. "She'll hurt someone. Or worse."

John and Joan see something in the girl that Valio can't. Something dangerous, more so than the feral girl with the knife Valio had found in that factory. Something that could pose a threat... Somehow. It's not actually clear just by looking at and listening to John and Joan what they're worried about, but their concern is palpable in the air.

The angel-girl stirs. "T-then..." She stammers out a thought she can't finish. She's clearly weak, made worse by the inability to rest.

Joan doesn't react.
Jim
Valio uncomfortably shifted while silence permeated the air. Valio watching the girl with increasing worry as she winced from the touch of the woman. She barely knew what was going on and it weighed on her heavily. She's better than this. 

"Then what will we do with her? She'll clearly die on her own or maybe she's something else entirely." Valio softly reasons, looking sternly at the angelic girl. 

Valio's brow furrows feeling as though there's something the three of them know that she doesn't. What if this girl is something entirely different from what they know. The air felt heavy and Valio crossed her arms looking at the two elders before once again looking at the fragile looking girl.

She perks at the angel speaking something hoarse but falling back into the the couch as if burdened by herself. She's hurt heavily what will they even do when she's like this.

Valio sighs tapping her fingers on her arm. "What will we need to do?" She questions.
Judith
Joan looks pensively at the floor for a few moments. 

"...She'd suffer a lot. But no, I don't think she'd die. She's a fighter."

She rested a gentle hand on the angel-girl's forehead and smiled. The angel-girl calmed down a little and closed her eyes again.

"She needs rest. Medical attention. We'll need to find somewhere for her to stay, and fast."

John looks slightly *Wrong* As Joan says the last few words. Upset in a disgusted sort of way. Joan looks at him, offended. "She's a teenage girl, John, she doesn't- *John!*"

John doesn't even say anything.

Joan sighs. "Sorry you had to see that, dear." She doesn't elaborate.
Jim
Valio frowned heavily at the woman's words but hearing that she was a fighter was some reassurance. 

"I understand."

She cracked her fingers while watching this the woman gently care for the girl. The room became easier to bear the air of when the girl finally succumbed to rest. Valio listened to the woman speak when something the man- John looked odd to her. He looked disgusted, but the girl on the couch was so young it seems what the older woman has something to say about it. 

The outburst of them left Valio confused as her eyes flitted between the two. Must be some sort of telepathy thing going on between then that one eyed woman wasn't even going to begin to question. It left everything heavier than it was.

"I understand ma'am no questions asked. Do you think we'll be able to get that medical treatment now or?" She asks leaving what had occured behind her.
Judith
Joan shakes her head, dismayed. "We can't take her to the hospital. She has a halo. It would raise too many questions."

Joan doesn't know what to do, but that's difficult to admit. She knows she should be better than this, but she doesn't know how. She turns to the angel-girl, then to Valio.

"I think there's one place we could take her. It's..."

Joan frowns. John's face contorts in ungodly emotion again. "I hate to use her like this. It's been a long time since we were on speaking terms." *But it's worth it for the sake of another person, **John,*** Is almost implied at the end as Joan glares at him.

"There's a woman who lives out in the forest. Lindgren. We're not on good terms, but she'll be willing to take care of her, as long as she doesn't know we're the ones asking."

Joan turns to Valio and sighs a resigned sort of sigh. "If I give you the address, can you take her to Lindgren's place?"
Jim
Valio nods at the woman's woe concerning a hospital. It'll only make sense that it'll wreck havoc upon the public. So where else? The tall woman looks to the floor wondering what they would be able to do.

Valio perks at Joan turning towards her maybe she does have something in mind to help the girl. They might have to leave the girl behind but at least they could help. 

Valio frowns slightly at the woman's words knowing this must mean that, they aren't currently on good terms with whomever, or whatever they're speaking of. The man's frown only serves to pull that to certainty. Valio listens in to what the woman had to say, they clearly have bad memories between them. 

"Alright ma'am no mention of you."


Valio nods to the woman. "I will." She'll keep her word.
Judith
John and Joan carefully lift the angel-girl from the couch and hand her over to Valio. The angel-girl blinks groggily, looking up at Valio.

"*Lövstigen* 2," Joan says to Valio. "L-O-V-S-T-I-G-E-N."

She gives the angel-girl a last concerned look. 

"She said her name is Annika. Be safe, you two."