[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7900c075a8213d3c9b609d28ce5af1af/tumblr_oecucj7HCs1up42jgo4_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location[/color][/b]: MSS Private Jet[/center][hr][hr]	Cecily followed Natasha and Caesar off of the plane, enjoying having her feet firmly planted on the ground. While she wasn't afraid of flying, there still was a sense of relief to be at their destination and no longer thousands of feet in the air. She had kept her phone in airplane mode, not wanting to be hit with international roaming fees and the likes. She may have been promoted to coroner, but that didn't mean she had a fantastic salary and money to waste. 

	For a moment, Cecily's heart skipped a beat as she saw airport security and another officer. It had been only a day since she had been shot in an airplane hangar by security officials. But seeing the security officer get waved away and the look of astonishment on the other's face allowed Cecily to relax slightly once more. She didn't think getting freaked out would be at all good for her blood pressure and she didn't want to meet Carrie Fisher just yet. Cecily shrugged slightly at Natasha's questioning glance. Who even knew what Caesar's past looked like, beyond the general descriptor of "bloody?" 

	Cecily didn't understand what the federale said to Caesar, of course. She caught Caesar's name as well as Monterrey, but that was about it. He could've been calmly discussing killing them all and Cecily wouldn't know. However, the announcement that Alicia's body would be taken off the plane and into the hearse, that she understood of course. She didn't know if she could say or do anything to comfort Caesar, knowing that this was likely just the next wave of grief that would wash over him in this trip, so she remained standing where she was. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/5d4a4335c1a91df84ca7ca36a83d611a/tumblr_inline_nv42wt2JDv1qki4lu_500.gif[/img][hr][color=99ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Justice Asylum[/center][hr][hr]	Iris smiled at the woman who came over as she continued to review the various documents about Jaina's placement in solitary. Hearing the woman's quip about doctors having poor handwriting, Iris' smile brightened and she giggled a little bit. [color=99ccff]"One of my [i]professeurs[/i] always said: [i]the handwriting matches the ego.[/i] The more unbearable the penmanship, the more grotesque the sense of self."[/color] By her tone, it was clear that Iris was mostly joking around. Truthfully, she didn't know why all doctors seemed to have terrible handwriting. She had been taught penmanship at her boarding school since she was a little girl, making her notes perhaps more legible than other doctors. 

	[color=99ccff]"I can give it a look, if you'd like. Perhaps I can translate. Which doctors writing is it?"[/color] Iris offered. She didn't know the nurse's name, but an orderly had been murdered the day before. Extending a little kindness and help to her coworkers would be good for morale. Iris set aside the paperwork for Jaina's processing, figuring that she might as well see what other patients she had on the schedule to see that day too. But first, she had offered aid. She'd need to see if the nurse would like to accept it.