"Okay. You know how I can get there? Should I, uh, find a mask? I was thinking about just forgetting about it, at least in the Protectorate's places."

"No need for a mask, they will probably be unmasked. Their HQ is in the top floor, immediately out of the elevator."

"Okay. I'll head over there. Thanks."

...It's kind of hard to be too cheerful going to the Wards area, since she automatically thinks about Magnet Master. Leviathan sucks. But she heads for the elevator and punches the button for the top floor anyway, biting down trepidation.

It once again slides up slowly and silently before opening up to what's probably the HQ. It's a large, spacious room with sofas, a couple of bookshelves, potted plants, and a desk surrounded by monitors and computers.

And a girl, about the same age as Walta, sitting there with her feet propped up on the desk, eating a bun of some kind and idly using (one of) the computer(s). She looks up from it casually, takes Walta in, looks back down, and then up again suddenly with a startled "eep!" which causes her to fall off the chair.

"Uh, sorry? Hi? I'm Walta. I'm... New ward? Er, a new ward?"

She quickly scrambles back up and grins. "Hi, Walta! I'm Willow! Echo, in costume."

"I'm Vertigo! Except I think they might rename me? Uh, hi. You okay?"