Hug. 

I hope it's someone I know. Aulë's nice.

I'll settle for not being immediately smited. Smote. Whatever.

She leads him up to the tenth floor room. Plausibly he shouldn't be there, but she feels like maybe seeing a plausibly familiar kid instead of just her will prevent the worst possible outcomes.

Ceiling tiles?

Yep. Generic office ceiling tiles.

Score. She removes the offending ceiling tiles so she can get to the space between floors. She checks that the equipment for tomorrow is set up right. She holds her breath and cuts herself over a drinking glass and curses, quietly, about the fact that cutting yourself deep enough to get a decent amount of blood apparently really hurts.

She fills her glass, trembling. She wraps a bandage around her arm and breathes deeply and tries to will herself not to feel dizzy. She drops her needle into her glass. 

She stands on the meeting room's table and lifts her glass and chants in what she hopes is something resembling proper Aramaic.

At first there's a creeping sensation like a thousand spiders running eagerly up one's arms, all for the same place; it intensifies into the feeling of static on a television; it hurts, and then it resolves itself into a woman, sitting on the floor, shorter than Karen even were she standing. She looks old, partially but not entirely because she has long grey-white hair.

She looks up at them. Her eyes are brimming with tears. 

"Oh," she says, quietly. 

He flings himself into her arms. 

She drops the glass of blood and it shatters and now she's got a bunch of blood on her pants.

" - hi. I apologize for bringing you here without asking. I think that probably someone is about to come here and try to kill all of us so if you are capable of preventing that that would be awesome."

She lifts a - shawl? layer of robes? off her shoulder and drapes it over Maitimo, tucks the edges in carefully so all you can see is the edge of his robes. She is crying. The room is getting colder. 

COME HERE, CHILD.

Aaaaaaaa???

She steps cautiously forward because what else is she supposed to do exactly.

The woman takes her hand. Hers feels fragile. The skin is translucent. 

She tugs Karen into her arms.

She will just....... hug this apparently kindly old woman and hope that the apparently kindly old woman has any ability to keep her from being eviscerated whenever security gets here.

The apparently kindly old woman leans her head against Karen's arm and weeps. The cut starts healing.

HE IS VERY YOUNG, she says. It is impossible to discern whether it's meant as a reprimand. 

She pulls another thick fabric off her shoulder. It's more obvious this time that it wasn't there before. She wraps it around Karen.

"He's been really brave," she says, because this seems like a better thing to observe than anything she might use to excuse herself or the fact that he's like five or whatever and should never have had to deal with any of this in the first place.

(She really really hopes she's not about to die. Mostly because she would feel kind of stupid if she died hugging a superpowered something from another dimension without impressing on her the fact that they really are about to be attacked with overwhelming force the moment someone notices they're here.)

I KNOW. THEY ARE COMING HERE TO US. DO YOU KNOW THEM?

And she pulls the shawl over Karen's head and it's suddenly very quiet, and not nearly as cold. Both of her arms are folded comfortingly around Karen.

"I - don't know anybody on the security team personally - ?"

DO YOU KNOW ANY OF THE PEOPLE IN THE BUILDING?

" - yes?" Sort of? Not well? Is that the right answer? Is she going to kill everyone in the building or something, Karen is not very sure she wants everyone in the building dead even if it's plausibly the right call - she hasn't seen Bob since she sort of threw him under the bus on Monday but if he's still alive she doesn't want him to not be - or does she just lose points for knowing them, if she's going to lose points for knowing them then it's probably pretty fair that she lose however many points -

I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THEM WITH US. BUT THEY WOULD HAVE TO CHOOSE TO COME.

She stands up and starts singing. This is barely detectable while wrapped in her arms.

- what? What?

" - with us?"

THIS IS A PLACE OF EVIL. WE WILL DEPART WITH ITS PRISONERS.

Well she's not wrong.

"OK." Her voice sounds very small.

She walks to the door. The carpet is changing colors beneath her feet; it looks like it's growing bloodstains, everywhere, none of them faded.

Everyone in the building can hear the singing. 

Anything that comes within thirty meters feels cold, for a second, and then notices they are moving very slowly.

LEAVE THIS PLACE, she tells Wolfram and Hart. IF YOU ARE TOO AFRAID TO DO THIS, COME HERE. I WILL PROTECT YOU.

There're - some Elves - who died - and maybe some Maiar -

I KNOW. WE WILL TAKE THEM HOME WITH US.

- OK yeah she's ready to accept now that she's not the adult in the room anymore.

She will just. Stay under this cloak or whatever and hope that nothing terrible happens.