The infiltration goes according to plan, and she settles into a nook in the wall with good sight lines and a short shot to the hallway and escape. One eyebrow raises to see the priestess clad in feathers- a notably non-reptilian trait- but figures that prettiness probably trumped doctrine at this point. Sweeping the room, she nods slightly to herself. Ritual, given their luck probably summoning something wretched. She'd have to bide her time and wait for the time where she could most disrupt a delicate ritual with an opportune arrow. She-<br/><br/>As the priestess looks at her, her mind flips into instinctive mode.<span style="font-style: italic">Okay. I can outrun them, get down the hallway, back to the others, they've probably chewed up at least one warrior by now. Run, rabbit! Wait- seize HIM!?</span>And with a start, she steadily looks over, and lo and behold Xarces had snuck in behind her. She feels a flash of irritation at the man<span style="font-style: italic">again</span>interfering with her scouting (and in so doing conveniently edits out her own shortfall earlier), but at least he hadn't blown her cover too. Instead, she shrinks back further into the shadows, remaining unseen, waiting for a better time to strike- and more than a little anticipating a show.