There's a long moment of silence as Beleth closes her eyes, pinches the bridge of her nose, and takes a long, deep breath. "What if I had one mission go exactly as I planned?" It's more muttered than anything, though with everyone in close range, it probably wasn't too hard to pick it up. When she open her eyes, she shoots Kostos an irate look, like this is personally his fault.

The irate look is then turned to New Kostos--or Nikos, whatever--and finally, at the wagon ambling on its way. Only Kit is spared, as he is clearly innocent.

"Two groups. One takes the wagon, one takes the grate. We'll be harder to detect, and if one group gets in a bind, the other can help." Then, she turns to Nikos, arms crossed, tapping the arrow that had been pointed at him on her arm. "We're here to ruin someone's day, and if you tell us why you're here, we'll tell you if its yours--but let's walk and talk, we should take out the wagon before splitting up." With that, she steps over to the brush, and glances at the others, to gauge their opinions on the decision.