Scaning...

Rabbitleap opens the door to Swiftwind's room, to find Persia and Wesley laughing together. "And, um, what's going on here?" she asks. Wesley's face goes pale. Rabbitleap holds up a hand, silencing him. "As your superior, I order both of you out of here. Wesley, take her to the Main Hall. Run scans to see if you can pick up a magical signature from her. We've been searching all night since she arrived, and we've come up with a few leads. Now, go." She shoos both of them out, shutting the door behind them. Persia glances at TrailBlaiser's room.
"Is she okay?" Rabbitleap purses her lips.
"She'll be alright. Agent RiverFlyte is watching her." Persia nods as she's taken into the Main Hall. Glistening chandeliers sparkle above them and large woven tapestry hangs at one end. 
"Is that... a lion?" Persia asks. Wesley smiles.
"Yes. That is Aslan. The sovereign of Narnia and giver of our powers. We are all under his authority." he explains.
"But, don't lions, like, kill people?" Wesley and Rabbitleap exchange looks.
"Um, well, yes, but Aslan wouldn't do that?" he ends his statement like a question because he isn't quite sure it's correct. "You see, he stands for all that is pure and holy within the realms. And we are his servants." Persia tries to grasp the concept.
"So, you're angels?" she guesses. "So you can't sin?" Rabbitleap's face goes red.
"Sort of. We're kind of like angels, but we're, mostly, human. We can still make mistakes and sin, but we really try not to." she clarifies. Sugar walks in, just hearing that last bit of the conversation. Her eyes widen and she backs out of the room slowly. Persia gives her an odd look.
"What was that about?" she asks. Rabbitleap shrugs. 
"I don't attempt to understand her." she remarks. "So, the scans?" Wesley runs over to the control panel and hits a few buttons. A light, simiular to the one in the Control Room, scans over Persia. Another bit of paper prints, which Rabbitleap rips out. "Shoot!" she exclaims. "All that research to come up with another dead end. Hmm, perhaps the Mystique knows something. I'll ask TrailBlaiser to contact Lexi as soon as she is well enough. For now," she turns to Persia, "I suppose you can go to the Training Facility. It's where new recruits learn to use their powers. Should be interesting. That is all." Wesley nods, taking Persia's hand, smiling broadly.