The Lieutenant. Adah figured, in this instance, to consult the secondary before digging around for the primary source. It wasn't a very difficult choice to make, really, as out of weighing the hell that the stairs would wrack on her body against the headache she knew she was wont to give the Lieutenant, she'll take giving the headache. That's what they had aspirin for, right? Come in, ni emoc. Adah did that, sliding in, but staying by the doorframe, leaning heavily against it. Her eyes lifted from where her eyes directly darted toward the Lieutenant and passed, idly, around the office. Considered differences, to the only other office she'd bothered to visit, which she hadn't visited in ages, and should visit again, but not this week. There was something else to deal with first. She looked back to the Lieutenant and finally made her goal known. River. Had she seen her? Surely, if she was out-and-about today, the surrogate mother figure would have an inkling of where.