Shula wished she could just say the statement was more of a commentary on probably having to share the same bed again but she kept her mouth shut, opting to stare at the ceiling instead. She idly wondered how much they had made from Fealan winning the battle and glancing over she could figure a few good ways to spend that money.<br/><br/>"You make it sound like it's going to be easy." She said. Thinking back she supposed things could be worse. Much worse... it seemed to be sheer luck they were able to get into an actual room instead of a shared sleeping pit within a half hour of them being there. "I highly doubt they'll just let us waltz in and take on the champion, and even if they did we still don't know what we're going up against." She pointed out. "Not to mention that we don't even know if this Vince guy is still alive."<br/><br/>She sat up, digging through her bag and pulling out the only picture Jack had offered them. To add insult to injury it was pretty rough looking and a shoulders up picture as well. The bright side was that it was in color. She scratched her chin, her pupils becoming slits as she studied the picture. Fealan was right, he<i>did</i>look like a homeless guy. He had a rough five-o-clock shadow on his face and his long hair seemed to be extremely thick and wildly unkempt. 'Well I suppose this<i>is</i>a mug shot.' She thought. The only thing that looked off about the man was his eyes. Bright red and fiery.<br/><br/>Shula let out a short laugh. "Huh, he could almost be human if I'm seeing this right. Weird..."