Cyrine stumbles along the empty hallways, looking for anyone to answer her question.  She comes across the closet she and Torin had their encounter in. She neglects to grab her clothes, but does think to grab a bottle of rotgut. Uncorking it and taking a swig she continues down the hallway.<br/>Down towards the bridge, she oggles a few servitors, and continues to look for either Torin or someone to answer her question. She hears the feint sounds of sobbing and stops in her tracks. She pushes her ear to the door,  confirming the noise to be one of dispair. She pushes the door open slowly,  and is dumbstruck by what she sees.<br/><br/>Cyrine would like to believe a woman like Ana would never have reason to cry. So brave, bold and unapologetic.But the sight infront of her only confirms in her mind that her choice in muse is damn near perfect. The tall redheads lanky form silently moves towards the chair with the balled up beauty. Cyrine wants to capture the moment in pictos...but doesn't dare.<br/><br/>She tries to keep it light as she tilts her head, her red locks covering her eyes as she extends the hand with the bottle. "You didn't fuck the xeno to death did you?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>