<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Oh no. <br/><br/>"<strong>Don't do that.</strong>" Angel warned as she struggled to get the ginger into the closet. "<strong>Just. . . just hold it in as best as you can, okay?</strong>" It was a lame thing to say, but it was the only thing she could muster. Primarily because. . . well. Holy shit. What the hell else was she supposed to do? She wasn't really supposed to have anybody unauthorized within the Core, and Angel was smart: she knew that somebody would notice she'd tapped into the FastTravel network. <br/><br/>Regardless, she closed the closet and was quick to move away from it on shaking legs. She felt weak today, but she was weak every day. Nothing special there. At least she'd actually eaten breakfast today. Angel lowered herself onto the ground and sat there, head jerking up when the Core doors opened. <br/><br/>Ah. <br/><br/>So that was the one who had come to visit her. <br/><br/>Jonas. <br/><br/>He really did look like a carbon copy of her father - but most Doubles did. Angel wasn't fooled for very long. Very few of them could actually conjure up the cold-blooded shit that her father did on a daily basis. She looked at him as he waltzed in, the doors closing behind him. She huffed out a sigh. <br/><br/>"<strong>Hi.</strong>" She said blandly. <br/><br/>There was a bit of silence. And then she followed up with an equally bored, "<strong>. . . why are you here?</strong>" </span>