Evie let out a small cry of surprise and initially ducked her head in fear of debris... but felt nothing above her. Slowly, she looked up to see the Jesters great wing over both her and the boy from her academy. "S...So cool..." Her eyes got starry and her blush returned as she looked at her idol, standing so nobly to protect them. Such ethereal might shouldn't be possible but the Jester, staring at the ceiling with his white hair blowing in the wind, his red eye piercingly focused on the collapsing ceiling... It just made her heart beat even louder. 

And jealousy well up within her.

He was so powerful... and amazing... and what was she, cowering beneath his wings in trust? She was... nothing compared to him, and she never would be. Even the boy from her academy she hardly knew the Jester had complimented on for his fighting ability. She... was just here for answers. Her eyes turned a shade duller than they had been before. She was just a burden by coming here...

~

"Merely wondering if I left the stove on, M'lady." 

Ace gave his superior a smile. As always, her beauty nearly left him breathless. To think, if he wasn't such an old man and held himself twenty years younger he'd might have requested to sleep with his head in her lap too. Perhaps he might request, but he wouldn't let Sachiro see his thoughts on this, at least not here. That sense of foreboding had not left him. "You slept late today, M'lady, Do you feel well?"

Somewhere else in the Citadel, there came another explosion. He'd be worried for the destruction had it not been already made a point that today nothing would go unbroken. The Librarian saw to that well. 

Meanwhile the Mechanical angel reached Midgard, vocalizing softly and offering a hand to both he and Nifilheim, a faster way back to the Citadel than walking.