she was on the 4th floor, mopping up some blood from an incident that was never to be spoken about by personnel. the scent of coffee wafted through your nose as you approached her. When you were close enough, she looked up, putting her mop back in it's bucket Morrow:"Hey." she said in a bored, flat voice. Despite her bored tone, she seemed happy to see you. Her wings fluttered softly, the patches of stitches on fabric on them working as perfect replacements for past damages on them