Owner	Pose
Breath	Breath wanders into the building idly, carefully stuffing some dangling bits of plastic into her backpack and looking around. She hmmms and looks for a.. doorbell or something. She waves at anything that looks camera-ish. "Hiya! Breath here. I was checking back in, I, um.. hadn't heard anything back on wings in awhile?"
Aqualad	There's a long pause, and then a clipped, carefully dictated voice plays back over the speaker. "Breath. Ah-- Robin's friend. Yes, someone will be down in a moment," the speaker emits. There's a twenty-second wait and then the lobby doors swing open of their own accord. At the other side of the lobby stands a man wearing a red t-shirt and jeans; it's a casual look, and would be unremarkable save for the odd intensity of his platinum eyes against his dusky skin, and the contrast of his pale blonde hair. The gills, too, are a little weird. Kaldur moves to meet Lyssa at the halfway point of the lobby, and bows polite greeting. "Hello, Breath," Kaldur says, ducking his head in a short but civil bow of greeting. "I am Kaldur'ahm. Welcome back to Titan's Tower."
Breath	Breath nods, "Kalderam? No, I don't have that quite right.. Hiya!" She pauses at the bow, not quite sure how to respond to that, and curtseys back as a result. "Um. Yeah, anyways, I wanted to stop in, say hi? See how things were going? See if everything was okay?"
Koriand'r	It was about that moment that another young woman enters. A mousy looking young woman wearing flannel and a lavender scarf around her mouth, and a matching knit hat and mittens - slipping into the open Titan Tower doors behind Lyssa. Short dark hair beneath that cap, and brown eyes that sat behind the thick lenses of her glasses. She moved timidly, keeping a handful of steps away from the others there, one lavender-mittened hand on the door, as if touching it might aid in a quick exit. "Are you... Titans?" she asks.
Aqualad	Kaldur quirks a brow at Lyssa. "We are doing quite well, as a whole," he says, deciding to treat her inquiry seriously. "No one is injured or missing. We appreciate your concern for our well-being," he tells her. "...is there someone here in particular you wish to see? At the moment, some of us are--" he breaks off when another stranger enters the Tower, and furrows his brow minutely to examine her. He nods at her in greeting, but his posture is slightly more opaque as his shoulders square to the newcomer. "This is the Tower, yes," Kaldur confirms. "But this area is largely closed to civilians, miss," he says, politely.
Breath	Breath blinks, "Well.. HE is, I can sort of fill in in a pinch if you need, what's up?" She listens to that explanation for a moment and nods. Something seems odd here, but it could be odd in lots of directions, so.. "Do you.. need something? Is something wrong?" She steeples her fingers a bit and faces the woman, a bit puzzled.
Koriand'r	Those eyes behind the glasses - they were dark eyes. Pools of black, actually. The scarf threatens to fall, but the young woman - a slender slip of a teen, really, tugs the scarf higher onto her nose. "Cold tonight," she offers lamely, her voice quivering a bit. "Oh, you're both Titans - of course, I um..." A beat further. "I just have a message to give to the Titans, I'm supposed to kinda give it to anyone of you..." she says, stepping forward and offering Kaldur a... well, a manilla folder, sealed with duct tape. Reaching out a hand, the young woman likewise looks towards Lyssa, her mittened fingers wiggling.
Aqualad	Kaldur waits just a beat before accepting the envelope. Not enough to be rude, but enough to show that he's not merely stuck in a reactionary role. The Atlantean youth examines the envelope front and back, then scrutinizes the newcomer again, quite carefully-- noting details with a warrior's attention for minutiae. He rips off the duct tape and hollows the interior of the envelope, then empties the contents into his hand.
Breath	Breath ohs.. "Because that's TOTALLY not ominous at ALL.. Who is it from? How did you get it? Um.." She focuses on the eyes a bit, because that's the one identifying thing she can see so far. She wagglewaves back, uncertainly, because like, this is really ominous and stereotypical, but it's TOO stereotypical, in a way? Which just makes it bizarre in its own way.
Koriand'r	There might be a little bit of warning to Kaldur's warrior eyes. The way the young woman tenses as the thing was opened. As soon as the manilla folder is ripped open, smoke billows out of it. An acrid smelling smoke of sulphur that will make the lobby smell terrible for /weeks/. But what the stuff would likely do is make people cough, and obscure the area. A touch is felt on Breath's hand as the smoke seems to billow out, and there is the sound of skittering away. And something heavy no doubt follows the smoke to the floor. Feeling about the size of old school polaroid photos. Three things, when the smoke clears - the woman is gone, and Breath - if she allowed herself to be touched - would have been touched with a snap of pain, and now have two angry gashes on her forearm. The photos were of two things: the first, a picture, out of focus, and faded, like a photo from the 70's, of an entrance to a cave in the middle of the woods, lit by firelight, the crescent moon hanging behind it, a plume of smoke obscuring one side of the photo. And running out of a cave, arms and legs blurry from being caught in motion, a horrified looking young woman. The second photo was a photo of a poster, perhaps, spelling out words with cutout letters from a magazine, in eclectic fashion. "GiVE us RaVeN."
Aqualad	Kaldur flings the envelope away from him and grabs Breath, trying to propel her away from the source of the smoke. He coughs and gags, his gills instantly inflamed by the pollutant in the air. It probably won't poison him, no, but -- it's uncomfortable as hell. "Tower Control-- Lobby *cough* vents, full power!" There's a roar of fans, with enough power to tug at clothing and create a microvacuum. More air flows in, and in moments the sulfurous contaminant is purged from the air. Massaging his gills and wincing, Kaldur moves to the center of the lobby-- but the strange newcomer is gone already. He looks a full 360, trying to clear his lungs. "Tower, security lockdown," he orders, his voice raspier than usual. He peers down at the photos, but does not stoop to pick them up.,
Breath	Breath is suddenly tackled. "Ow!" She starts inhaling HARD, sucking the air in the room up and more or less doubling the speed of the vents. She rubs at her arm - ONE of them got cut before she got tackled, or maybe because of, or something, bah, who's keeping track. "Ugh, smoky. Are you okay there? She ran off. Moved like a bug, or something from what i could see. I don't know my way around though, so.." She gets back up and straightens her clothes out a bit. "Ugh, I could use a bandage."
Aqualad	Kaldur looks around, checking once more for intruders. Whoever she is, she's long gone, and fairly adroitly, too. "I'm relatively uninjured," he rasps, dropping his hand from his gills. "My lungs will heal." He frowns at her arm and moves to retrieve a first-aid kit from a prominent wall-mounted location; Titans have learned from long experience to keep every room prepared with casualty treatment gear. The clotting gauze he applies is a bit overkill for a relatively minor wound, but Kaldur braces Breath's wrist and deftly ties the injury off after sanitizing it. His bedside manner could use some improvement, but he does a good job. "Try to stay away from that spot," Kaldur says, nodding at the manila folder and the images beside it. "If I know Robin, he will want to examine them himself. And we will have some questions for you, too," he tells Breath, with a polite but pointed tone. "Your timing is very unfortunate."
Breath	Breath sighs, "Well, yeah, that's not the first time anybody has said something like that. Is there a window or something that I can blow half a room full of smoke out of that's not going to get your cop senses in an uproar? Because like, that's worse than garlic breath when you're just trying to have a conversation." She just waits for the bandaging to happen, wishing her hands weren't quite so freakishly big. "But yeah, that's totally fine. I'm as what-the? as you are on this one. Ask away, you aren't gonna get much that's interesting though, 'cause I just wandered into this one random like."
Aqualad	"I think that if it were toxic, I would already be feeling the effects," Kaldur remarks, frowning at her statement. It clicks-- he'd seen her inhaling smog, and it clearly didn't click that she was /storing/ the vapors. He gestures at an exhaust vent. "That seems the safest place, for now," he tells Breath. "We will try not to detain you over-long," he informs her. "And the Titans appreciate your cooperation. I am sure Robin or one of his comrades will be along very soon. In the meanwhile, please sit," he invites. "I will have food and water sent down."
Breath	Breath nods, "Mmkay, no problem. How much pressure does this thing handle? I don't want to wreck your fans or anything.." She pushes her face against the vent and starts blowing into it at a restrained pace that's still enough to put a serious strain on most turbines. She gives a thumbs-up, not exactly able to talk too much with her face in a vent. "Mmf mmph, mmh mmm m ah mmf mm mmm.." *WHOOSH*