"Ah," Her eyes slide from his face, down the blade in his hands.

But that begs the question, Kitty? No, no that doesn't really matter. Her eyebrows lift her head turns in a brief nod, acknowledgement of. Because the greater question is: "How much do you know?" Had he been told the rest, by way of Araceli or another?

Lakshmi hops down, boots heavy on the land, trailing her fingers around the desk. Smooth, light. A particularness to it. Making sure to keep each thing smooth, rolling, an inconstancy to keep still. Reading on the jump.