Lucie listened with some interest as Adeleia described the various oddities of the new station, that the police force had seen fit to erect. Certainly, there was a use for it, as without it more resources they could never hope to get in the way, of people like the Crime Lords of Prague. It sometimes still amused her, that the police thought themselves capable of fighting on even ground, with criminal juggernauts such as them. The things that were supposedly happening inside this building, weren't quite so amusing however. 

She accepted the folder Adeleia handed to her, and flipped through it curiously. As she had been told, there was precious little except statements that sounded suspiciously, like fanciful tales. It was akin to the old stories of hauntings that took place, in almost every building older than its current inhabitants. She had to admit that they sounded like things that were made up, but one could never simply discredit something, just because it was unlikely, and she told Lilian as much. 

"Don't discard the possibility," she said and flipped a page in the folder, "that things happen that we can't immediate explain. I am capable of knowing things about certain objects, simply by touching them and willing it to volunteer information to me. You can project your spirit from your body and move around as a spectre. Adam's mental acumen and pattern recognising, is to us, what we are to a dog." She looked up at Lilian, quirking an eyebrow at her. "The common folk do not seriously believe that people with our abilities exist, and yet... Here we are. I think it foolish to assume something to be false, just because it is improbable." She closed the folder and handed it to Lilian, receiving the significantly larger one in turn. She open it with a flick of her finger. "A normal person would laugh in our faces, if we told them of our talents," she finished, almost muttering it. 

The reason for her slowly going silent became clearer the more time she spent reading the folder, as her expression became more and more devoid of any noticeable emotion. Even her eyes, so often alight with mischievousness or mirth, or any other emotions like anger and annoyance depending on the situation, became cold. 

"I believe my choice has been made," she said and turned a page, though she didn't appear to read it, simply staring at a portion of the page. She took a deep breath through her nose and closed to folder, putting it back on the desk with an almost reverent delicacy. She looked up at Adeleia, meeting that mis-matched gaze. "I know a thing or two about torture, and what it does to a little girl. I do have a few questions, however." She placed her hands in her lap, gripping her dress and sitting up straighter; reverting to old teachings and rules, on how to control what thoughts were mirrored on the outside. "Firstly, what are we to do in case we get into an... accidental confrontation with the staff? And secondly, what possible avenues are there, for solving the issue with this girl? Are we to simply provide an answer to the riddle that is her... [i]condition,[/i] or will we have a more active role in securing a better future for her?"