"Haaa…"
With a deep breath, he walked to the door, his hand hovering over the handle for a moment before finally pulling it open.
Angie stood there, looking uncharacteristically disheveled. Her usually sharp eyes were tinged with red, her expression a mixture of exhaustion and distress.
'She's probably still mourning those who died in the mission, or could she be pretending to mourn? I don't know anymore…' He sighed inside.
"Rey," she said softly, glancing over his shoulder into the room. "Are you alone? I need to talk to you. It's important."
Rey glanced back into the room, his eyes scanning for Seraph.
She was gone. Or invisible. Either way, the tension in his shoulders eased slightly. Turning back to Angie, he nodded and stepped aside.
"Come in."
Angie entered, her movements stiff and hesitant. Rey closed the door behind her, watching her carefully.
"You can sit," he said, gesturing to the chair by the desk.
