IRC log, fourth wall applies.
* Zee peers in?
* Lan is in ur kitchen, making her tea.
* Lan is also balancing on a stepstool to reach the jam.
Miss Lan? I was... do you need a hand?
* Savannah has joined #thekitchen
((I lurkey?))
* Lan is quiet. "No, I'm fine."
((Sure!))
I was hoping we could talk?
* Lan gets her jar and skitters down. "I...I'd really rather not, but I suppose I can't avoid it?"
I'm sorry. I don't want to upset you, but I'd like to hear from you what happened.
Okay. *she's sitting on the counter - in the smallish space, pressed against the refridgerator*
I was walking home from the Sanctuary with the Other-Gabriel when the Gabriel you know, he approached me with two other men. They were all armed.
He said that he had to take me, he didn't want to but they had Savvy.
I know.... that you're well-aquainted with Gabriel, but are you sure which one you saw?
Yes. He was thin, too thin. It looked and sounded exactly like Gabriel.
He shot me and took us both to a place, it was very cold and there wasn't enough food. I don't remember it very well.
* Lan is as small as she can get - hiding in her sweater and scarf.
* Zee isn't naturally threatening, but he looks sour and disturbed. "Miss Lan, I'm very sorry about what happened to you. But I can assure you, the Gabriel that I know was not part of this."
And I can trust your word?
:/ Yes.
* Lan snorts. "You can trust mine too, I know what I saw."
I said you can trust it. I didn't say you would. My organization has a treaty with this Nexus. We wouldn't jeopardize it for a single person, Miss Lan.
It was Gabriel and a woman that looked-like but-wasn't Clair. *little helpless shrug* What else can I tell you?
Doctor Watson? They were interested in your brain?
They wanted to take me apart. X-rays and MRIs and acronyms. I'd never -been- to a doctor before.
I'm sorry you went through that.
Me too. *did she just get smaller? how is that possible?*
Is there anything I can do for you?
Help find an answer? I just...it's not even that I was -safe- in the Nexus, but...I don't know, just, something?
* Zee nods. "Of course. I'll do everything we can to find the truth."
* Lan 's water is boiling. She's not about to try and pour right now - shaky hands.
Thank you. I...I don't want it to have been Gabe. Space aliens and evil brain slugs would be 'okay', I suppose.
* Zee nods.
* Lan is going to stay in her little corner until he's left. "...is there anything else? And, umm, if it helps and you can do some sort of mental-prove-it to the Doctor, I'll take that."
The doctor?
The fellow in the main room with the floppy hair.
Capital-D Doctor.
* Zee looks back. "Oh... a psychic?"
I think so? I'm sorry, I can't really tell.
If I can't find who did it in short order, I may resort to that.
Whatever you find, I'd like there to be some way it can be impartially verified. I know that's a longshot, but I have to try. You understand?
* Zee nods. "I do. I'll leave you to make your tea."
Thank you.
* Lan is going to take a -long- time to calm down and climb off the counter.
* Zee leaves.