Ailen watched the scenario all play out. Witnessing the tower lead get thrown against the walk and slide down. Side from Silvia barking orders at him and then reminding him of her authority. Yes he knew her authority out ranked his and he knew she meant nothing personal. It was all used as ammunition to anger Tristan. However,... He decided to drop it from his mind. Seeing Tristan put in his place was rewarding. He saw a glass chanter with some wine and took it. Taking it with him to the elevator and closing it. "By the time he wakes up,... He wont remember he had this." He said...."Vacation,... To think I almost forgot what that was." He pressed the buttons once more. This time they would meet Craig. Silvia was interesting, but she still acted like a typical T-1 Lead even if she is in training. Perhaps she was different,... He had no idea. He just stood there and waited. He couldn't remember the last time he had a vacation. He was always too busy for one. Salvaging everything Tristan tried to destroy. Hopefully Silvia wouldnt treat everything like a toy. Like he did. It wasn't too long in the day and already he felt sore. It all coming from the same spot. Every time, it always started at his shoulders. He reached up to massage it slightly. He then checked his pockets and sighed. "Must have left them at my desk." He said. His doctor would give him an earful for this. He was on constant medication for his arm. The movies always made arms like his look cool. They never showed how stressful it was on the body it was to carry something so heavy. He sucked the pain in and swallowed it. He would just have to wait. "If the people of this tower did there job right. Your belongings should already be there." He said. As for the files she requested. He had to smirk a bit. "As for the files... I hope you like to read."

   Once the elevator stopped which wasnt long after. He pressed the buttons to open the doors. " if you think Nymphs or Walking suitcases were strange. Wait until you me Craig. He still gives me the creeps."  He tried to be cheerful despite it all. Mind over matter sometimes worked. He rose his crystal up in the air and looked at it with the light pouring into it. He then prayed to it. For some reason it felt like he talked to his sister through it sense the stone had the same color as her eyes. He then placed it back in his pocket.