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

[Pruehs, Ree M.]

> > >"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."

Vangie came back into the room carrying a tray with a plate of assorted
cookies and a stack of small plates just in time to hear this last.
"What wound?"