"Who asks me?" The woman hissed in a whisper from beneath her blindfold. "A friend in suffering, or foe in merry jest?"  Though the question was a little more coarse sounding than Lilliana might have wished, she could perhaps judge the character of the speaker by how and what they say.  Though she knew her serpantine companion was still with her on the astral spectrum, Lilliana felt rather alone in the cell; she dearly hoped that this woman might be an ally.