A foreign smirk had crossed Vina's lips, a far cry from her expression and actions just moments before, taking note of everything about the the cloaked, shadowy figure staring back at her, she nodded at his words, tilting her head to the other side as she let the information sink in, never letting her eyes fall from him.<i>What are you doing? Where did this come from Vinadine?</i>The annoying voice had returned, how pathetic it was, weak and cautious, always second guessing her, she could take them both had she needed too, she was making a point of it.<i> I don't understand you, your here to fit in.</i>insufferable it was, she groaned, eyes flinching as she felt the priests hands at her chest, shifting her gaze down at those light inducing fingers. The chill sensation increased in her limbs, what was she doing, the little annoyance had occupied her attention it seemed.<br/><br/>“A drink.. sounds fine enough, I can't see any reason not to take you up on that offer, Moaria” she spoke carefully, the chill relaxing just a little as her hand removed itself from her chest plate.<i> She seems as confused by that as you.. </i>she agreed with that, then chided herself for doing any such thing, silly annoyance as it was.<br/><br/>“As for your explenation, if they have it on offer, then I will be sure to look into it, rogue, I thank you for your suggestion.” she pursed her lips, as dry and thin as they were, turning a little, marking the strange look on the severed head.<i> I feel like that sometimes.. </i>At that she grinned, so she should.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>