[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 was glad that this family member or friend of Caesar's spoke English. Caesar had warned them that not everyone would be able to and having a language barrier to conquer wasn't something Cecily had been looking forward to. It would be like a never ending game of charades, with Cecily looking helplessly towards Natasha and Caesar for an idea as to what everyone was saying. She listened to Natasha, but she more looked at the small smile on Natasha's face. She was happy then. It must've just been a simple reply as introduction. 

	[color=00ccff]"Erm...No, I don't. I'm Cecily Ashworth--I do forensics,"[/color] Cecily said. 

	Things then helpfully switched back into English. But of course, the communication wasn't the happiest things. It was dealing with the care of a body. For a moment, it struck Cecily as how convenient it was that Dr. Brinne had that sort of license. Her paranoia started to scream alarm bells. Someone affiliated with Juno had brought Dr. Brinne to Justice. This was all too convenient...But how would they have known they'd need someone to come with them to sign off on the transport of a body? And Natasha was so sweet, so kind...Cecily couldn't believe that she was involved in this. 

	[color=00ccff]"Let's go get you into the car?"[/color] Cecily offered, ready to give Natasha an arm to keep herself steady with. She couldn't imagine how Natasha was feeling.	[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 giggled a bit at Nurse Cratty's remarks. Iris generally liked just about everyone--she was almost like a puppy in that regard. But still, Nurse Cratty seemed to be nice. And she really did have a point--doctors had to take such an intensive education, why couldn't they have legible handwriting? With all of the exams and papers, legible writing should have been a needed skill. [color=99ccff]"What age is third grade in the American system?"[/color] Iris asked. [color=99ccff]"It's fairly young, [i]n'est-ce pas?[/i]"[/color] If that was the case, she would completely agree with Nurse Cratty. 

	Thinking over Nurse Cratty's question, Iris had it answered already. It seemed she had been assigned the one who went homicidal. [i]Wonderful.[/i] If she could reach someone that far gone, though, it'd just be proof of Iris' belief that anyone could be reached. Even if someone stumbles and loses their way, it doesn't mean they're lost forever. [color=99ccff]"Would you care to accompany me to check in on her? A nurse's opinion would be helpful."[/color]

	Iris hadn't been working in the asylum very long, after all. But from Nurse Cratty's speech, Iris had a feeling that she had been around for a while and might have some good pointers on how to handle a homicidal maniac that had killed an orderly the day before.