Faira looked over to Marianne as the child spoke, the emotion in her eyes making Faira scowl. She ran a hand down her face, muttering unintelligibly against her palm as Rosaline soothed the child. Her thoughts again wandered to the missing Little Ann. 
	The sound of the robot’s footsteps drew her attention, and she quickly sat up. She scooted away slightly, her brows raising in disbelief as he gave two thumbs-up.
	 “What exactly do you need to… um… [i]recharge[/i]?” Faira asked slowly.
	She looked over at the mention of food. As if the word was a magic spell, a gnawing emptiness in her stomach called for its notice. She tried to recall the last time she actually ate. [i]But who knows how long I was out for… [/i] Her hand clenched at the thought.
	Before she could dwell on the topic, footsteps and an unfamiliar voice echoed from somewhere on the upper floor.
	She suppressed another groan, gripped the sword, and got to her feet. She raised the sword in front of her defensively as the masculine voice grew closer, declaring he heard others. She stepped closer to Rosaline and Marianne in case the need to defend the wounded woman arose. A lick of flame reluctantly burst to life and traveled down the blade.
	She shifted her weight uncertainly when a boy who looked not much older than her stepped into their view, a teddy bear clutched in his arms. She spared Alexandra a quick glance when she addressed the newcomers, Faira’s jaw dropping slightly when the beat-up stuffed animal responded.
	[i]A homicidal teddy bear, maybe?[/i] Faira’s grip on the sword tightened as the animated bear hopped down the stairs to Alexandra.
	“Better question;” Faira began, “who’re [i]you,[/i] and what're you doing here?”