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Iris Kingston
Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building
Cynthia was as bubbly as ever and Iris continued to feel stressed and concerned. She didn't trust the agent or any of the orderlies not to simply kill Jaina and be done with it. It was too easy for people to forget that these patients were sick, and in Iris' opinion, they couldn't be held responsible for their actions. It would be like holding someone accountable for flu symptoms--they hadn't decided one day to catch the flu and throw up. 

"In her room, probably the best option," Iris answered, smiling a bit with relief when she saw the woman was simply knocked out, and didn't have a bullet in her skull. She considered for a moment the possibility of putting Jaina in her office, but there were too many instruments in there that she imagined the woman could get creative with. She felt a little unnerved as Cynthia kissed Jaina's forehead. But that feeling tended to come with the job. 

"Oui, oui, I'll go fetch it now," Iris nodded. "Wait here, okay, ma cherie?" She nodded at the orderlies nearby, giving a silent look of keep her here as she did so. They didn't need the patients getting underfoot, especially as forensics and the likes began to arrive at the scene. She glanced down the hallway, looking for either Jaina's room or a vacant one. 

"Agent, perhaps this room will work," Iris suggested, spotting an unassigned room towards the end. Patients came and went in the halfway house. She figured that the room must have been vacated rather recently, but at any rate, it'd be a good enough spot to put Jaina for the moment. And it'd have another benefit--no bobby pins would be inside. She didn't want to let the woman have a chance to get creative again. 

Nora Kingston
Location: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha
To say that Nora was confused and shocked was a bit of an understatement. Her family were Christians, of course, and she was familiar with the concept of speaking in tongues. But she always thought it was silly, perhaps a metaphor for something else, something with more basis in reality. To be frank, Nora was not even quite certain if she herself was religious. She never found much comfort in Christianity. It was too mythic for her. 

"I am a....guardian...for a....god?" Nora repeated, an eyebrow arched. "I am hardly even treated as a being capable of rational thought--I am nothing more than a courtesy title in this world, the youngest daughter to be married off to some reputable man...But never before have I fancied myself to be those things--and yet, I cannot call myself a guardian to a goddess either."

She had resigned herself to living in a world that did not accept her a long time ago. Though she knew it could not have been so, she always fancied that from birth, she knew that she could not fit in among the others. There was no point in wasting energy to try to impress others, or even to attempt to change society to accept those like her. She had accepted her lot in life. And when it came to tales of magic and romance, she regarded them as myth--as tales told to explain science, as silly fantasies that denied true understanding of the world. 

But she glanced down at the mark on her hand, and she recalled the words she had uttered. Either Neema spoke the truth or she was insane. She supposed that the insane would fancy themselves to be sane and never consider the possibility of madness. Neema speaking the truth seemed to be the more likely case. Finally, Nora raised her head to regard Neema.

"If I have been chosen as a guardian for this goddess, I should like to know what she needs such protection against," Nora asked quietly. "I hardly fancy it is a mathematical proof that the goddess perceives to be such a grave danger to her person."

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