Scarlet had followed along with the group silently, attempting to recall anything from before three years ago. Even the smallest memory, if she could recall it on her own, would get her out of this mess. Of course, she was unsuccessful. She groaned mentally--she REALLY didn't want to be a part of this group; they had a habit of attracting the worst kinds of trouble.<br/><br/>A rat scampered across the floor in front of her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I ate one of those once, in viper's form. It tasted terrible.</span><br/><br/>Her crimson eyes watched the proceedings around her with total disinterest. There were so many things going on at once, it was impossible to keep track of all of them... So she decided to pay attention to the floor. That at least was consistent. There was a loud crack of thunder, and Scarlet found herself huddled under the table, her knees drawn up to her chin. At her hip, the aforementioned rat looked at her like she was insane. The demon merely scowled at it, "What? You wanna get eaten?"