"I've neither seen, nor heard anything thus far that they have done to earn your loyalties." Grass crunches beneath her boots; she gazes ahead, taking note that the smoke has grown more prominent. Darker. There are other sounds now, she thinks, distant though they may still be. "Mn, chaotic interlopers. Very interesting how one's perspective skews their viewpoint on certain matters."

Upon speak of the Contingent, she cuts Kebechet a sharp look from the corner of her eyes.

"Anubian and Sekhmet," she murmurs, "I'm unfamiliar with either. Tell me of the differences between them."

She would return to speak of Grothia slaughtering this one's twin momentarily.