Alisa lent against the cherry wood door, sporting an annoyed twist in her face. What would they know about living so close to the three tier creatures? Turning her head to the side she gazed out the window listening to what Amber was saying. She guessed that they wouldn't remember much about what it was truly like to be enslaved. Turning her head over to the man that was now with Hatchet she merely shrugged.<br/><br/>"The only thing I care about is revenge....to get back the life that was stolen from me and my family," pushing off the wall she fixed herself properly. Pulling up her dress so it wouldn't show her nipples to the room, looking over to Glenta she gave a half hearted sigh. "Where are we to be going anyway? You haven't really told me that," she raised her questioning gaze to her apparent leaders.<br/><br/>Glenta gave a smile, hiding her face under her cloak she placed her pale hand back into her cloak. Hiding the flask that had given her some time of solace for the trouble she was going to have. "I'm sure she'll do fine, all that matters is that once we get out and about she remains loving, friendly, and eager to please," her soft voice assured looking over to Alisa who gave a nod. "I'll be fine, just don't be surprised if I get tense around werewolves," she stated simply.