[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Hey!" Tsaerri snaps as Syrgei squeezes into the room. "Don't get in his way, he's busy!" She makes a point of not offering him any of her crackers.

She's still a little shaken, remembering how close she came to losing her life earlier, and with the drugs and wine withering in her system, the pain from her injuries is coming back to trouble her as well. It's probably nothing serious, she just isn't used to getting hit like that, and the emotional bruise is pretty sore as well.

"Honestly," she says to him with all the weariness that's weighing her down, "if we were smart and valued our lives, we'd skip town, but... in this instance, I'm not sure how much it'd help. They should never have been able to find me in the first place."

She tugs out her pigtails and takes a second to tie her hair in a looser ponytail low on her neck. "You should probably tell the Seraph you're looking into it at least," she tells Syrgei. And then to Gambooge, "*ahem*, Temporarily-indentured servant, would your long-distance girlfriend there happen to know anything about the White Mantle?"