Ada came slinking in, sticking to the wall and looking like she was about to bolt any moment. Probably because she was completely weird-ed out, and hadn't eaten anything since yesterday since she didn't trust a damn thing that was going on, especially not the food.

But she'd heard the radio broadcast, so here she was. She scratched Cosima's name on the Special's board, and then found a booth to curl up in and watch everyone from an angry, angular huddle.