The release by Solas of her grip was enough to snap her back into a reality-based state, and it quickly shifted her attitude; she reached out to another in a fearful moment and was nudged to stand on her own.<br/><br/>As he even took the time to offer his own reassurance by the press of his palm against her spine, Millicent offered her own physical means by which to express her combination of gratitude combined with a haughty 'screw you, then, buddy' feeling.<br/><br/>Perhaps the spell was indeed beginning to work. Perhaps it was her; she would like to think it was not her. It mattered not at this time, regardless.<br/><br/>She gave a firm shift of her hips forward, her back arching in the same direction, putting space between his hand and her back. Her expression clearly showed she was in no mood for his game of acting the big guy, just because he was bigger.<br/><br/>Hands down her equal, she stronger she knew in other matters. She'd win, or die trying. The cruel nature of her thoughts fueled by the potion gripping in her chest. Time refuses to stand still.<br/><br/>Now determined to listen to their 'plan', get the facts and the bloodshed underway, she was more than inclined to do what needed done.  She was hungry, tired, in the same damn dress and no coffee. Add a game of 'tag' to the mix and that was where she drew the line; enough already.<br/><br/>Her eyes met Jimmy's, and she smiled at the boy, he brightening her mood enough to quench her desire to burn the entire cavern of its Magick and all within. Maybe a lesson in Church wouldn't do the trick, but dammit THAT would bring these wagglers to their knees.<br/><br/>It was Kell that quieted her internal battle. Accepted her hand, she felt a warm rush as she felt his aura, a mixture of heat and ice, just as the Fallen's.<br/><br/>Kell, took it a step further. Her cheeks flushed, head lowering as he offered the extended greeting of the kiss to her hand; quite the gentleman, yes?<br/><br/>She found herself resting easier as they took the 'tour', finally at the kitchen. She had a newfound respect for Kell and these people, and their preparations were commendable.<br/><br/>Upon his offer for food, she smiled politely, coffee would be divine. Jimmy stayed near, yet was ever so brave and curious, taking everything in.<br/><br/>Millicent bit at her lower lip, her chest still aching, not as badly, and her head felt odd;  she wants fresh air, in the open. As wonderous as the caverns are, she becomes restless again, shifting her weight to and fro; hands pulling behind her back she continues to watch and listen.<br/><br/>The urge to find a way out continues to cause lack of focus, her breaths short and caught, almost a claustrophobic feeling.