Masgard listened to Vreta’s brief recount of events, eyes wandering gradually to the alien’s injuries. “Understandable. However I must remind you that as you’re not formally affiliated with Rothian peacekeeping forces here on Outremer, I'm allowing you here purely as a professional courtesy. To verify the wellbeing of an...acquaintance. Any talk that might compromise my client’s mental wellbeing will not be allowed.” Masgard crammed into the elevator after the two Rothians and hit ‘doors close’.

Five police officers with compact SMGs stood guard on the seventh floor. They recognised Masgard’s authority, and nodded him through once he’d quickly explained the situation. He stopped the two Rothians at the door. The officer standing in front of it eyed the two aliens suspiciously, before eventually calling to the officer inside the apartment with a code word. They opened it from the inside. “I’m just going to talk to my client first, then i’ll let you in.” Masgard stepped into a dark apartment.

At first he couldn’t see anything, except a small fountain of sparks in one corner of the room. After a moment, he could see a police woman securing a flexible sheet of strong alloy to the last uncovered window pane in the living room. “All done in here. You can turn the lights on now.” She announced, getting up from her knees and dusting off her hands. Masgard fumbled for the light switch. When the lights eventually came on, he found a person matching the description of Dr Freyr Lang sitting curled up in an armchair nearby. She looked exhausted.

Masgard approached the woman. “Hello, Dr Lang? I’m so sorry to bother you at a time like this. My name is Masgard Xandrus, I'm your new legal representation, spokesperson and general lackey.” He smiled. “I was meant to come in the morning, but I was brought down here tonight to chaperone some Rothians who would like to check you’re OK. Would you like to see them? You [b]can[/b] say no.”

Freyr, who’d been staring blankly into space while the police woman went about her noisy and intrusive job, turned her head slowly to face Masgard. “Is Vreta alive?” Masgard nodded. “Just about, he’s outside.” Freyr’s face animated slightly. She nodded. “Bring them in.” Her first reaction upon being confined to her apartment had been confusion and anger. When the police had arrived to protect her she’d flown off the handle at them. That initial energy had subsided after a little while, giving way to exhaustion; it’d been a [i]very[/i] long day. However, hearing Vreta hadn’t died tonight had given her a little boost. She’d been starting to weigh up her feelings of guilt for his potential demise.

“Great. For the purposes of legal proceedings, I'd recommend you say as little as possible. If anything they say makes you feel uncomfortable, just say and i’ll ask them to leave, alright?” Freyr nodded, managing to stand up. Masgard went and opened the door, and the two Rothians sloped in. Freyr couldn’t contain her shock at the sight of the Rothian she recalled as Vreta based on his stripes. He looked like he’d been put through a combine harvester. Freyr covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her surprised cry. “Vreta, i’m so sorry...what happened out there? It all happened so quickly, I'm still trying to process…” Freyr trailed off.