[Salone]

Lev eyed the newcomer in a way that a dog might eye an untrustworthy animal. He silently made notes on her appearance, face remaining unchanged as she melted in to a mental wreck upon the floor. He whispered under his breath, as if debating with someone yet again.

"The mind is gone but the meat can be re purposed."

He bent down, grabbing the crazed woman by the back of her neck. He lifted her up to his level, letting her dangle while he spoke to her.

"Stop. He speaks to me, not you."

He turned her around, holding her in front of Zaccheus as if she was some prize he had won at a fair. He spoke in a casual manner to the man, as if what he said was simple fact.

"I am taking this with me. It could prove...useful."