"And what questionable information is that?" She's aware of no offense that would have killed anyone, let alone the Regency members who had flagged them in the tunnels. No, that was an attack on COST and those they fought to protect. There was nothing peaceful to it. "I've no Regency blood on my hands. Can I say the same for you?"

The question is mildly asked, despite the edge which lurks beneath her words. She treads in dangerous territory, but that poor girl in Jerusalem comes to mind. That was not something a group which touted itself as 'tranquil' should practice.

This room, though... she's had her fill of it, so she steps closer to Kebechet, intending to follow. This would be like the House of the Undying, with illusions spun every which way to steer her down the wrong path.

"What is your role in this, Kebechet?"