"They're being efficient about that, at least. Boys, with me." Garahel growls and barks at the noise as though that will drive it off, but Inessa tries to urge him and Interceptor over with her. She doesn't blame them for reacting as they do, but it won't help the situation.

And as the kitchen itself is currently devoid of horrors, she'll set about to heating a kettle and searching for some treats. The torture echoed in the hallway still reaches her ears and she grits her teeth, trying not to let it rattle her.