Cyrine grumbles, she hadn't thought of that.  She clacks her Gladstone around in her mouth.<br/>She takes a seat next to the blonde, and pulls her knees to her chest. Her long tattooed arms lay against her knees as she buries her face in her arms. "No..that doesn't work either."<br/><br/>She shakes her head. "I played my hand. Gonna miss out on good stuff Picto wise.." she grumbles, "For the sake of the game..." She shakes her head, the curly red locks swaying from side to side as she covers her face.<br/><br/>She inhales deeply, feeling downright foolish now. "You have a copious amount of Rhasvod stashed away any place on this thing?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>