"Precisely why I could very likely take you out." Naomi managed to maneuver herself into a comfortable position inside the vent then gave the naga a mischievous smile. "Now it's my turn to ask a question. What the hell were you doing with that girl, and why was she naked?" Her scythe scraped at the walls of the vent, scratching it every time she made even the tiniest shift. She wanted a little action, but she wasn't counting on it with this thing. Apparently nagas are more diplomatic than the average monster.