"How good a chance?"

"Depends who gets appointed. Hughes thinks Mustang and Basque Grand, who'd be sympathetic. Dunno about the third, but it probably won't matter either way."

"Yeah. Hopefully..."

"It'll be all right."

Serious nod. "We'll get through it all. Together."

"Yeah."

" - Can I get a hug?" Even if she can't feel them anymore, they're nice, and she's really missing having a body that can feel hugs, right now.

Hug.

Cling.

Shortly thereafter, Hughes quietly asks to be pointed towards where the transmutation and death happened, and asks El for clarification on how Tucker died.

These things can be explained.

El embellishes a little about how threatening Tucker was acting.

He notes it down.

"Thanks. I'll make some calls, now."

"Okay. The house phone's over there, if you want to use it."

"Sure."

He goes to inform the military about what happened.

El goes back to Bellona and September.

September seems to have fallen asleep, finally.

That's good. She'll quietly snuggle up next to Bellona.

Cuddles.

And then just...

Waiting.

Hughes wards off the investigators when they arrive, talking quickly, answering their questions and saying the girl's not going anywhere, is she, Tucker clearly did enough to be shot, don't you have children Lieutenant -

It helps that he seems to know all of them. And their life stories. And their families.

They gather evidence without bothering the girls too much. One wants to look at the journals Bellona gathered as evidence of the chimera being September.

They can have them.

Hughes makes sure all three of the girls get quiet to sleep and then food when they need it. They seem to be under house arrest for now, while people flutter about and try to figure out what to even do here.

There's an awful lot of fluttering right before lunch, as the soldiers present all snap to attention.

Apparently, the Fuhrer's come for a visit. He'd like to meet the girls - perhaps in the sitting room? That seems comfortable enough.

Oh that's not good. Not good at all.

El will position so as to be between him and the others.

He seems jovial, at least.

"Hello! Miss Tucker, Misses Curtis - you use your mother's name, correct?"

"Yes."

"I approved your mother's transfer back here, and arranged for her to take an early train. She should be here tomorrow evening."

"Now. I had some questions about what happened with the late Major Tucker, if you could walk me through things?"