Sargasso Magical University, South-West Building, Central Teacher's Lounge The funny thing about working for the Phoenix Team, and Luca in particular had mostly inoculated Breyja to the stranger things and weirder stuff that Sargasso was rapidly turning into. She had a few disadvantages. Mostly not knowing the place nearly so well. But in the short few months she'd been boots on ground she was finding that her families jokes and tales about their Merc exploits and some of them being 'on the strange side of weird' suddenly made a lot more sense. She was midway through pulling a few small shards of splintered wood from a nasty cut on one students arm and getting it swiftly stitched up. A stray round had splintered a wooden desk somewhere earlier and the student hadn't been able to do much but wrap it. Now? it had a fresh set of stitches and was wrapped as she tossed the bloody gloves into her bag and looked at the Greenie asking about headcounts and financials. Crone... got a long suffering look from the Maidenhand as she checked the SMG on her thigh once more, "My financial status is 'Paid In Full'." It was near deadpan as her ears began twitching, a sixth sense or something similar was digging at the back of her mind. Where...those shotgun blasts? And getting closer? She'd glance towards said door and sigh quietly as she swiftly grabbed the nearest desk, flipped it over with a kick. She wasn't even exactly sure when she'd drawn her SMG. But when Luca came flying through the door a series of high velocity rounds started paring back any others that had caught up amidst Luca dealing with his unexpected hitch hiker. Crone helping close up the door left Breyja mostly slackjawed. As did the removal and lecturing of her boss as she snickered quietly, and sat down on the edge of Greens desk while she repacked her triage kit and found the rolled up kit marked 'In case of Luca'. "So. Nets back up. The police are mostly doing their job. Evacuations going somewhat smoothly. You've got about a hundred more kills on me this time, I need to step my game." She'd glance towards Green, "All financial questions can be directed towards him. After we're done with the next crisis on the list. He collects them, like knick-knacks." Off the desk she went as she stuffed the rolled package into Luca's arms, "Cleanup - Stims, crashkit, water, and a reload for your rifle." All the essentials. IT may have only been two mags but it'd be better than nothing. Code: To: PT-Chat FR: Breyja SBJ: Boss is on me, Crone and Stranger on Location as well, Suggest we rally here if possible - Are...those ghosts...? The last bit of her message was truncated as her eyes followed out towards the hardlight ghosts, "We got a plan for this right?"