[Suzerain of Sheol]

"And I think you walked into a bullet like an idiot." Sufficiently recovered, Tsaerri makes her way back down the stairs, coming to stand next to Syrgei over the maimed body of their attacker.

"Wow, you messed him up pretty good. Kind of thought he was going to skewer you." She finally has a moment to free her hair from the uncomfortable, and now sweat-soaked perch it's held in, shaking it loose to tumble about her shoulders.

She wipes at her face with the back of her sleeve, probably smearing makeup everywhere, but it's driving her crazy. "Okay," she says in an exhausted tone. "I'm just gonna straight-out ask you, do you happen to know if Demmi Beetlestone is here? I kind of have a lot of money riding on her not getting out of here alive. And no, I have no idea who the hell's attacking the house, I'm not with them.... that I know of."

Noticing him probing tenderly at his injury, she rolls her eyes and adds, "Oh, grow up, it wasn't even a real bullet. You're not gonna die."