Sitting in the hotel lobby, Claire stopped in her note writing every so often to glance up at the menu posted by the front desk. Where it had said 'Jambalaya' as the main course, someone had crossed it off and written 'JAMB' and then 'NEVERMIND' right below it. It never failed to amuse her each and every time.

"Hey, Claire," Vaggie greeted her as she came down the stairs, stretching her arms above her head with a yawn, "Thanks for watching out for everyone last night."

"Not a problem" Claire replied, gesturing towards the front desk, "There's coffee and donuts on the counter, I figured everyone might need a bit of a pick me up today."

Vaggie's eyes lit up and she headed straight for the goods, pouring herself out a mug, "I meant to ask if you ever found that missing person? Fern, right?"

Claire closed her notebook, leaving the pen inside to mark her place so she could turn to talk to the former angel, "We did. Dead, unfortunately."

"Oof, bummer," Vaggie grimaced and blew on the top of the coffee before taking a sip.

"There's actually a growing list of people from Orkas' list that are showing up killed in the same way," Claire tapped the front of her notebook thoughtfully, "It's strange."

Vaggie leaned back against the counter, "Killed in the same way how?" She asked from around a mouthful of donut.

"All of them were stabbed through the heart with their throats slit." Claire replied.

"Wait, hang on," the donut and the coffee were abandoned on the front desk as Vaggie walked towards Claire, expression intense, "Those were the only wounds on the bodies? Which side of the throat was cut?"

Claire gave her a strange look, but thought about it before answering, tapping the side of her neck, "Hm. Always the left side, actually."

"Exorcists!" Vaggie exclaimed, going stock-still and paling.

"Exorcists?" Claire repeated skeptically, "That doesn't make any sense."

Vaggie started pacing, fingers pulling at her hair, "We were all trained the same way. You take out a target in the quickest way possible—through the heart. You want to make sure they're dead—" she turned and made an upwards slashing motion across her throat, "We're all right-handed, so once you pull the blade from the chest the slash would be on the victim's left side." She looked up the stairs, suddenly panicked, "I need to tell Charlie—"

Claire stood up, holding two hands out in front of her, "Breathe, Vaggie," she instructed gently, but sternly, "Let's not panic Charlie until we have some real evidence it was Exorcists. It could just be any idiot with a knife and a penchant for coincidences."

"Yeah…I guess," Vaggie didn't seem completely convinced and looked from the stairs to Claire with trepidation, "Just…if it is Exorcists, Charlie needs to know that Heaven's been operating here this whole time. Under the radar. Still killing her people!"

"I agree," Claire said with a nod, "but it's not something she needs to worry about until we confirm it." When Vaggie still glanced towards the stairs, Claire set her hands down on Vaggie's shoulders, "Hey, you take care of threats that come to the hotel, let me take care of the ones on the outside, okay? It saves everyone hassle if I assess and confirm things first."

Still skeptical, Vaggie looked back to Claire, "How are you going to get confirmation?"

Claire gave her shoulders a squeeze then turned to scoop up her notebook, "By making some people very uncomfortable," she said over her shoulder as she headed for the door.