*Having scraped together about two cumulative hours of sleep over the past 70, Evie finally got herself into presentable form, all the current updates solidified on paper. After sending out the ping to all Reality Warriors cards and Seven comms, she waited for them all to arrive.
Once as many as possible (the Visitor noticably absent) were gathered, she entered the conference room. Makeup and shades had covered all evidence of her lack of sleep, but it couldn't cover the dimming of her usually bright personality.
She took a breath, looking out at everyone gathered for a moment, and set her papers down.*
Good morning, everyone, and thank you for coming. I know that the events of the past few days have been... traumatic, especially with a lot of us trying to find new homes.
On that subject, the Sanctuary is open to anyone who needs a temporary bunk while they look. Just talk to me or Jaina for a room assignment after this.
*She paused, then started again, eyes down.*
First, I've heard some rumors going around that Jones is dead. He is not, but he is in a coma, which is why I'm here. He was shot. I am investigating.
Second, the floor is open for any questions you all may have. I have a general plan for going forward, but I would like to hear everyone out first.