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Jonathon's staring at a wall from his place inside a booth, chin in his palm.

He seems to be humming something under his breath, too, but that's about as lively as he's getting.

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A curious and concerned looking young woman steps up to him, head cocked, and quietly queries,

"Er, hate to be interrupting -- wouldst thee be Jonathon Crane, sir?"

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His eyes focus, though they still aren't very alert, and he starts, looking up at her. His glasses lay on the table, next to a mug of very cold tea.

"Whuh? Oh. Yes, that's... me."

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"No idea why t'was me chosen for this, sir," Sheila stammers, "but I'd be a friend of lady Sariel's, and she'd be wishing thou to know, sir, that she's in a bit of a ... fix."

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Jonathon's sluggish mind wonders why the heck she's stammering.

"Sariel? In a... fix?"

Maybe he should have ordered coffee instead of tea.

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"Aye, th'sort of fix where ... er, not everyone makes it all the way back alive, sir."

Wrong person to choose as a messenger, Sheila is.

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First Scarface had had a fit when he couldn't get a cigar in Arkham, and then Harvey Dent had called and had tried to wrangle him into speaking on his election tour, and Poison Ivy's damned leaves -- and now the day just wasn't vaguely funny anymore.

"What? What happened? Is she..."

Is she all right?

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"I, er," Sheila still sounds just as flustered.

"I'd not know, I've not seen her, or yet any of the others."

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Jonathon feels that vine-slender thing crawling through his head and shivers just a little bit.

(no -- no fear)

"I see... Thank you for telling me, Miss...?"

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"Sheila, sir, simply just Sheila - if there's anything thou may ask of me, do."

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He sits there, worrying his hands.

"I will... I will remember that, Sheila, and thank you again..." Jonathon looks at her with a raised eyebrow. "Although, how did she get the message to you?"

Take your mind off of it. I mean, she's an angel, and it calls for something very powerful to hurt an angel... of course, there are plenty of powerful beings h-- no, no...