One starts to fall. The other catches her by the arm, flings out - wing-shapes of light - and slows her, spiraling down until they're at street level.
One of them ducks the police line and hurries over towards Maurabel and perfectly repeats the greeting she gave earlier.
A few of the police seem to contemplate going after him and then decide not to do that.
"Hi. I'm Afen Kisantami? I'm Maurabel. I'm Penumbra?"
"Nice to meet you. That's Penumbra, that's Maurabel, that's -"
"That's Aveline Santami?"
"Say Santami? I say Santami? She say Santami? Say?"
"You said hi, I said hi. She said you Aveline, she said me Aveline Santami. You said what does Santami mean."
"Ah. antami means -" he pantomimes writing something lengthy. "Title name."
"Title name for - in writing. Writing -" he gestures to suggest a large category -"antami -" subcategory.
"Human. Elemental. I am Anitami? All of you are Anitami?"
"All of us Anitami. You not Anitami. All of those Anitami."
He gestures out at the city. "All of those are Anitami."