[Suzerain of Sheol]

I should really, someday, try to trust people who are nice to me. It might make my life marginally better.

Not today, though.

She reluctantly puts her weight on her foot, stifling the impulse to scream. Hopefully she'll get used to it eventually, she still has to... oh to hell with the checklist. Getting out of here alive takes priority at this point. Alone, though.

"Excuse me?" she shoots at him accusingly. "I have a lot of problems, the largest of which happens to have a dysfunctional broom tied up on his head. Did you actually think that looks good on you? Anyway, we are not an entity with overlapping interests, concerns, or affiliations. You may express your gratitude for me saving your life by kindly getting out of my sight."

With that, she makes for the stairs and immediately stumbles on her injured leg, having to clutch at the railing to avoid tumbling down.