As disturbing as last night had been, it could have been worse! For Ilia, at least. She and Roes had managed to escape the wrath of the Aquilas, if only by the skin of their teeth. Ilia thanked her lucky stars, and that was all she was thanking. So, after posting a quick note about her bar on the bulletin, it was with irony that Ilia made her way to the second floor to the chapel this Sunday morning.

Despite her logical mind, Ilia could still appreciate the beauty of religious icons and architecture. The institute's chapel wasn't particularly stunning. In fact, it was mostly just peaceful in its layout and lighting. How quaint.

Thoughts mostly on the night to come and wondering about her turn-out, Ilia almost took a seat in a pew by herself. Just as she was about to sit, however, her eyes caught sight of a familiar blond and a small smile spread over her face. Heading his way, Ilia stopped just short of where she might sit and chuckled. Talk about déjà vu.

"This seat taken?"