*The room Hanya works is awfully cold. Not that it matters much either way, but the cold makes it easier to process all of the horrendous acts she spends the days recording. Her desk is full of papers formed into loose stacks. Her eyes are half lidded as she records crime after crime after crime. She learned not to contemplate any one case too long long ago. Her thoughts wander, wondering what her sister is doing, wondering what she'll do after this work is done, and then it's right back to focus. Her hand delicately holds the oracle brush as it paints character after character on the page. Her eyes glance up for a moment as someone enters her work station. She immediately gets up, walking over and grabbing them by the arm.*

Hanya: "This area is restricted, please leave immediately." *She tugs them along as she walks them back out of the door, though her grip isn't very rough on them yet.*