As they walked and the Angel ranted Argent listened with a thoughtful sort of expression on her face. Yes. Hm. That made sense. She couldn't exactly remember what school was like. She had gone there once. She knew that distantly. But it was from even before this strange afterlife of hers and was nothing more than bits and pieces of information void of context or memory. "Seems sensible." She agreed once it seemed the angel was done ranting for the moment and she wouldn't be rudely interrupting.<br/><br/>She brought them down another side hallway to a door to one of the lesser bath houses Argent particularly liked, "My rooms a bit further off but if you're really eager to get rid of me I'm just supposed to get you cleaned up and let you know where my room is. There's water and fresh clothes in h-" She opened the door, saw trailing thorny vines on the floor, closed the door and let out a string of almost swear words and half blunted insult, "fertilizer eating flea brained flower demons." There was, as far as she knew, no such thing as a flower demon but she wasn't feeling specific at the moment. "The idiots at it again. She'll be back in the dungeons for messing up another floor and I *like* this bathhouse. There's another one at the other end of the wing," she was already trying to guide the angel away. "If we leave soon she might not know we were here. She's very melodramatic. You'll probably want to stab her. You know. More than you want to stab everyone. Or I assume you want to stab everyone?"