"What are you doing, Ryan?" The boy looked past the Angel, explaining to Crowley in quick spoken Russian what had happened. She waved him away, and he went back to what he was doing.
"Half the staff is foreign, Angel," She looked to the bundle in his arms, before brushing past him. "This way," The stairs were off to his right, and she led him down, not bothering to look back. She could tell she would be followed.