Entering the infirmary wing of the compound, Kristal had become a regular in these parts despite her not being hosted out of the complex. Wearing her armor as a show of her official capacity being here she moved through the wings with a purpose. Directly toward the room where Fixer 71 was being tended to. Directed by staff she had an easy time of finding the place. Now it was just a matter of dealing with the woman.
Stepping into the room with the sound of an Imperial boot hitting the floor Kristal squared her shoulders and faced the woman.