Ismark looked towards Andrei for only a fraction of a moment before his attention turned towards the door where Bucren was just rising back up, the mans trusty bow trusty bow held at the ready.  "Something like that."  He offered faintly in response to Andrei as his gaze worked its way over Espernza.  He couldn't bare to look at her long though and quickly he brought his forlorn expression back towards Andrei and Ireena.  His hand fell over his, not out of any customary gesture, but from how completely winded he was.  A realization struck his face, along with a glimmer of dread that formed as he bluntly stated towards the pair. "Should I even dare to ask why the two of you are<i>here</i>."<br/><br/>Without waiting for an answer the Burgomasters son collapsed into a nearby cushioned chair and looked over towards those he had arrived with.  Individually he looked over each of them, save for Esperenza whom he could not find the courage to gaze upon.  "Stra...The devils mistresses, at least two of them, that's what you, what we all saw."  His labored remark was followed with a disgusted snort as he looked away from Kat and back towards Bucren.  "They won't be able to enter here, unless they are invited in."  Ismark lifted a hand up to rub along his shoulder which had turned tender from slamming into the door now that the adrenaline of their escape had worn off.  "So we wait them out, until the sun comes up."  His eyes drifted over with a sense of appreciation for the silent gypsy that had somehow got tossed into all of this.<br/><br/>The rattle of a fist and scratch of a claw upon the heavily barricaded door tore Ismarks attentions away from that curious woman and with a wrinkle of his lips he sank back into the chair.  "God's I need a drink.  Ireena, be a darling and get me a bottle of that brandy from the liquor cabinet."