The crone took the offered file, and listened. She soon joined the not-so-mad scientist. Her small body lightly pressed against his as she "tried" to peek into the fridge around him. Her head tilted slightly as if in thought. She looked up at him, a hint of a raised brow.
"I'm sure what you have will be of much help. There must be something that we all share that calls to the City. Why pick us at such random? It would be as if some child was grabbing down toys without any true purpose other than to have them." She held the file to her chest, yet still leaned ever so slightly against him. "I'd like to think there is some purpose to it all, wouldn't you?"
In truth, the City owed the crone answers. It had kept much from her, and she was determined to discover all the truths. What she was planning would show the City exactly what it was doing, hopefully. That or it was going to upset the damned place even more. Either way, the being that had such hold on all their fates would know that there were some not to be trifled with. Baba Yaga had thought it had learned that already.