"I'm afraid that I really would prefer to keep myself in my armor and not her," Eiyre says, standing up and backing away from the cultist now that Xarithe appears to have overruled any other claims to the body. "I'd prefer not to be bare should anything else come after us while we're in the middle of interrogating her, and for all we know she'd still manage to do something to ruin it like leave her stench in it. Even if it isn't quite as nauseous as how she smells now, I'd like to not have to go around in that stink until I can finally wash it out."<br/><br/>Glancing over to where the distraction group faced off against the cheetahs and mantis, she spots one of the cats still lying there. Even if it isn't going to squirm any more, it will still make for a good snack. The oracle goes over and hefts it up under one arm like a sack of potatoes before going back to stand a fair distance from the cultist, giving the woman a wide berth in case Xarithe does decide to revive her. "So... anybody mind if I take this one?" she asks, mostly looking at Turilia and Albali since the others have already found their meals. "No sense just leaving there and letting it go to waste. Or give a clue as to what happened here."