Lorna was holed up in the apartment. Everything she could pull off of her was, for the most part, littering the kitchen table. Some of the wiring was still on her, having stubbornly refused to come off. She pushed aside the blinds a bit.
"I made it back," Lorna said, going full on French. Even here she didn't quite want to leave it to chance that no one was listening in, "It was sort of close," she said, her voice wavering a bit. There had to be a special place in hell for someone who messed up a Mass THAT badly.