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"Good morning, Taxon." Crisp British diction and smooth French enunciation and it must be the Countess of Gatas, sober in dark, deep blue and holding a china teacup in both hands as she sits down at her husband's desk, dwarfed by the masculine surroundings designed for a man much, much larger than she is but soothed by the authority of it.

Some few days have passed since the bomb threat, and as the city returns to an equilibrium it seems to her eye that there's no time to waste. She sips her tea as she briefly scans the notes she's had transcribed, and then begins. "My name is Lady Petrana, and I am the Countess of Gatas. The Doctor is presently incarcerated in the Alcione dungeons of my home. We have been poorly organized here in the city, and to my eye we're now paying for it. First of all I propose that those of you most closely involved with the capture of the Doctor meet with me here at Gatas; I am his jailer and I'd appreciate being kept aware of how we will continue to handle this matter. Some of you may have seen the gates of Gatas open in the past- they are now closed. They will remain so. Visitors who are not expected will not be permitted within the grounds without a very good reason until such time as I am no longer acting as prison mistress."

A beat passes; Petra takes another sip of tea.

"A committee of some sort seems to be our best - if not our only - option, but to begin with it may be easiest to meet with those involved in smaller groups. I greatly, greatly admire how well we've all pulled together for this, but with so many involved we'll be better served having some sense of organization before we attempt to wargame the situation."

In closing, Petra looks directly at the tablet and smiles radiantly. "I am so proud of you all. The feats of bravery, kindness and keen intellect on that day are well worthy of the knights that I have given my loyalty and love; I can pay no higher compliment. Thank you."

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"An acting council, yes, and then something more formally organized once this has passed." Petra writes down Fred's name underneath Tosh's on her list of people to notify when and if the Doctor is receiving visitors - she's veritably created the paperwork for this mess and so far she's the one doing all of it. It's exhausting, but it gives her an occupation and she'll take that.

"And I will be having his tablet returned to him shortly." She chooses not to mention any precautions taken to prevent his ability to securely lock anything privately, at least not right now. "I'll notify you if he's to have visitors."

Fred figures there'll be security precautions- it'd be dumb not to have them, and she's seen the level of technology some people have around here. She just nods and says, "Thank you very much."

One last thing pokes at her mind, though. She locks the feed, still mindful of Angelus possibly listening in (unlikely, but possible). "I know I wasn't involved in the- well, any of what happened here, but- if you need someone to help with menial stuff, running things back and forth, organizing things, let me know? I'd be happy to help in any way I can."

She feels rather bad about sitting back during this whole thing, wondering if she could've helped out, kept someone from being hurt. She hates being just a potential victim, even if it was a friend's plan.

"...thank you very much, Miss Burkle." It's plain that Petra is both surprised and very pleased by this offer, and she purses her lips as she thinks briefly. She might not say this if they weren't under lock, but...

Carefully, "My native tongue and what I assume is yours sound the same spoken, near as I can tell, but written down the alphabets are quite different. I'm not entirely confident in my command of English literacy, and I need to translate some of my notes for ease of transparency. Would you...discretely...be willing to take dictation for me?"

She smiles a little as she realizes the lady might take her up on her offer. She nods when Petrana asks if Fred will take dictation. "Sure, that's no problem for me. I worked as a secretary for a short while a few years ago, I'm pretty quick at taking things down."

She wonders what it is that makes the actually written word different, but she's interested to find out. She's not as great at languages as Wesley ~~was~~ is, but she can manage. Of course, this is probably just transcribing- if it helps with transparency, that'd be great, too.

"Just let me know when and where you'd like me to be- or we can do it over the tablets, if you'd rather. Whatever you'd like." She's just glad someone's going about this in a level-headed manner.

Practicality isn't a trait that Petra came by naturally, and as such she has the dedication of a convert. Some things must be done correctly, and more importantly must be seen to be done correctly, and with the Doctor presently under her responsibility, well. Some of those things fall to her.

"If you could join me here tomorrow that would be ideal," she says, adding 'temporary secretary of sorts' in shorthand next to Fred's name. "I truly appreciate the assistance."

"Sure, I'll see you tomorrow," she says, with a nod and a slight smile. She will be carrying a crossbow and something that looks like a tiny odd bazooka, but those are her normal outdoor accessories with Angelus around. She'll hand them over as soon as she gets inside, and then transcribing can commence, hopefully. "Thanks for letting me assist."

"All hands on deck, as I said to Master Wayne. Take care until tomorrow, Miss Burkle- and thank you for your thoughtfulness."

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