Ebio nodded, "The Second wave it is." Her mind was racing with the possibilities of combat tomorrow. She drew slow circles on the leather holtser strapped to her waist, and smiled, eager to sight out the opponents before the fight.<br/>Indeed, she needed some form of distration. That had been perhaps the longest time she'd ever spoken in, and participated within a conversation. That, along with the stench of earth and ash, of habitation, and it's associated noises were starting to crowd her.<br/>They would fight, along with the somewhat threatening Puppeteer. She still had questions, but she knew better than to ask more of him, or of Etzali. Not when she herself had questions she didn't want asked of her.<br/>She knew how the game went.