Emma nodded, her hand remained palm up, anchoring her athame by its ethereal tether.

[b]"It might be best if Frau Baker remained here,"[/b] she noted diplomatically. She stepped aside to clear the doorway for the others as they rose to their feet.

[b]"Whoever did this had to have been observing her, otherwise they wouldn't have known where to strike,"[/b] she continued. They must have realized they had been observed. Emma turned and led the way from the conference room. 

The PH&I office seemed a lot less warm than it had when they had arrived this morning. Through the windows the hanging icicles glinted like crystalline spears. A middle aged man with a kind face squatted next to Amanda with a surprisingly old fashioned leather medical bag. The doctor, she presumed, having not had occasion to call upon him before. He was shining some sort of pen light into the girl's eyes, checking their dilation. Jacob sat beside his child, his large hand enfolding hers. Emma gave what she hoped was an encouraging smile.

The headed down to the coat room without further comment, Emma snatched up her coat and pulled it around her slender shoulders. Outside the holiday shoppers were striding on the snow packed sidewalks.

[b]"I won't be able to drive and... do what I need to do,"[/b] she explained as she buttoned her coat. She thrust her hand into a pocket, drawing the athame out of sight, so as not to alarm the ordinary folk as she passed.