[MaC] Separations: The Group in Vangie's flat

[Tara Kunkel]

> >"Evening, ladies, sir," Cyril greeted them over his shoulder, his eyes
> >only briefly leaving the cat.  "We were just waiting for Phillip to
> >re-bandage his hand.  He tore the dressing on the rubble outside.  How
> >are things upstairs?"
>
>Braham simply nodded a salutation, his eyes never leave the cat. He did
>move slightly off to the side, to give the others room to enter. Briefly he
>wondered who would be the first to brave the feline. Certainly it would not
>be him. At this moment he would rather take his chances with the murderer.
>
>"Calming," said Richard as he lead Esme to a settee. "It seems our temper
>flares have coolled a bit. Everyone is splitting up, searching,
>theorizing..." He motioned at the kitchen. "Getting tea."
>
>It was then he noticed Sweetie, and the two little balls of hate one might
>call eyes staring him down. He gave the cat a rictus grin.
>
>"How are things down here?"

Braham held his ground by the door, "Well I'm afraid the Warden was not 
much help. He sounded as if the whole matter was a nuisance that we should 
be able to resolve ourselves." He shrugged. "I asked that he notify the 
police since we are not allowed to leave the building. I suppose we'll just 
have to bide our time and hope word gets to them in a timely manner.

"Beyond that, things are calm enough. Officer Powell just needed fresh 
dressing on his wound."