Orion had talked the halls with a dangerous look to his eye(s), thoughts on how Annika was feeling just behind the veil of his concerns on whether this was somehow a vast, elaborate trap. He trusted the Duke, but he had never been treated well by his soont-to-be-former Baron. It had on him edge, and since he was, Ragnar sensed it like a hound. Vuldroks were a strange people, but they had good instincts even if they were lacking in the forward thinking department. Luckily, even with his guard up he could tell no one around him had any inkling of bad faith on their part. Perhaps he was simply eager to see Annika, and he simply wished to not admit it. Pancreator knew that was likely the case. 

They descended to the medical cells where they kept patients still healing, the lead guardsmen giving a curt nod to the Mother Superior, who would escort them the rest of the way. Of course it was only about a dozen meters, but honor and duty dictated they follow ceremonial protocol. She was a matronly woman with a wide, shoulder length cut of hair behind two cervic bars of plasteel material connected to an ornate stethoscope device with nearly a half a dozen other functions Orion was only tangentially aware of from when he was injured during his lifetime. 

"Here we are." She declared, robotic and emotionless in her tone. She wooshed the fabric out of their way to present Annika, her back turned to the cage and looked well despite a faint palour in her demeanor. Orion noticed the Mother Superior's tone went from bland to disapproving when her eyes fell on a strange man in the area with Annika. Ragnar looked confused, and Orion's eyes suddenly erupted in wrath, blazing at the sight of someone who was clearly a stranger in an area of restricted access so close to Annika.

"And who might this be?" The Mother Superior asked warily, slim arms crossed before her robes. Orion's broad-bladed longsword was already six inches out of its sheath, eyes fixed on the thief. Clearly he was one of course, despite the suit. He had a way of looking with his eyes that showed he looked at every possible venue of both escape and advantage. Even if he didn't steal apples from a local market, he was corrupt in his disposition. 

"Yes, who is this?" Orion asked, menace in his voice. Ragnar behind him smiled through his blonde beard, not quite understanding what was happening, but eager to torture someone or something.

Logan Christopher looked on edge, but not overly fearful. He looked to Annika and then to the cadre of people who were now threatening him, weighing his options. "I see I showed up at a bad time?" He asked the sister, keeping his hands where everyone could see them lest someone leap over and cleave him in two.