Angeline Dubois ... She set her things up in her room. She sat at the edge of her bed and put her head in her hands. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She pulled out her cigarettes and proceeded to smoke. It growled. Quiet you. She changed clothes and explored Shangi-La. She found little epicenters of activity and looked at all the splendors people were doing or offering. She found several people of religion who blessed her and some people even approached her and asked if she was okay. They could tell something was wrong and they would lead her to someone who could charm or bestow upon her protection. She felt self conscious. This place was too good. She didn't deserve to be here. Her final stop before heading to the meeting was at a little place that radiated a beautiful aroma. She stepped in and was engulfed in a hug of smells. A woman with graying hair and some laugh lines and crows feet walked up to her. "Hi Angeline. I'm Naomi, What can I get for you?" "How do you know my name?" Angeline was puzzled. "Word travels fast around these parts, and you're...different." Angeline bowed her head in shame, "I should just go." she turned and was about to leave when Naomi grabbed her shoulder gently. "Sit." She helped Angeline to a table. "What would you like to eat?" "Surprise me." "I 'll have something out soon." The first thing Naomi brought out was a tea. "This is a special blend that I've perfected while I've been here. It helps bring peace and calms the soul." Angeline nodded as Naomi went back to the kitchen. She took a sip and it started slowly but she did feel calmer and she could breath easier. Her foggy mind started to clear. She sipped the tea as she stared out at the city. Naomi returned with two plates of piping hot risotto with sliced chicken. Naomi placed the plates down and sat with Angeline, "Dig in, this is one of my favorite things to eat so I thought I'd share it with you." It was delicious and they conversed for what seemed like a an hour or two but time didn't seem to change. She had a feeling Shangri-La didn't play by the rules when it came to time. Naomi shared her story of how she got here and of the things she had been doing while here. Angeline was a little more reserved but did crack a few times a talked about herself. "I must be on my way, but I am so grateful for your company and food and the tea. I feel I need to repay you in someway." "Your enjoyment and the peace I was able to bring to you, even if it was just for the time now, is all I need." Naomi hugged her. Angeline, not used to hugs, unless it was a grappling hug to take down someone, tensed for a moment but quickly relaxed and hugged her back. Naomi felt like the mother she never had. "Come back soon," she whispered in Angeline's ear. Angeline just simply nodded and left. She would be back. ... "I'll go, I'm fluent in Russian so I can help." They went to an armory and she picked out 2 guns that she was familiar with. The one thing she did grab that she wasn't super familiar was a belt of grenades. When she looked at the picture of the monster it reminded her of a creature she had seen in a film and they might need this. She laughed. If she was correct with what this creature was that would be mind blowing. Running on this theory. She also grabbed industrial glow sticks. And as always her rosary hung from her wrist. Her outfit of choice was a Kevlar laced black corset, something she had brought, over top a long sleeved olive colored shirt. Dark green pants. They kept her warm and were flexible so that could easily move and black boots. And to top it all off, a black trench coat. She didn't want to look to conspicuous though so she grabbed a bag and put the grenade belt in the bag along with the glow sticks. The guns she easily stored on her body. There was one thing on the other side of the room that she did want though. She studied Griffin and thought as the how to proceed with her request. She sized him up and then walked over. "May I request one item from that side please? It's the flask that I have my eye on. I like to carry holy water where I go and a never ending flask of that may be helpful. It is one of the more of least dangerous items. Pretty please," she said in a bat your eye lashes but not serious way. ... She was impressed with Griffin's Russian as he spoke to the driver on the drive to the village. "I'm off to the bar if anyone would like to join me." She walked up to the students and asked for directions to the bar and off she went.