I don't want your tired religion... [Locked to Tay]
Bianca's currently perched on a table in the cafeteria, a few boxes of pizza (provided by God only knows who- hey, the hard-working doctors and angels need sustenance too, so it's appreciated) sitting beside her.
This has definitely been one of the craziest weeks she's ever experienced and for a moment she almost regrets leaving New York and getting involved in the affairs of a place as insane as Chicago, but well... Guardian angels go where they're needed and this was apparently where she was needed as evidenced by the fact that she found her ward within seconds of putting her foot through the door... And Tay a little after that, especially since she and Tay are pretty much kindred now... Guardian angels who were raised to be archangels, because fate is an irritating bitch. That sort of thing definitely shouldn't happen twice.
It's Tay she's actually waiting for, having just recently heard that she's coming back to the hotel and given that it's not fit for man nor angel outside the building, an impromptu pizza dinner with a side order of sympathy in the cafeteria will have to suffice.