Florence smiled to Arokleth as she spoke to him. He was still not quite sure what she was but the unusual feeling had not passed. It was pretty clear that she knew he wasn't what he appeared to be. He wasn't sure how much she knew though and at least wanted to keep up appearances. "Well there are monsters everywhere around here. We should find some place where we aren't such sitting ducks." He expected her to get the general gist of his plans at least. It was somewhat risky but Florence felt like he could trust her. And even if he couldn't the form was only a detachment. He wasn't really in any danger should his plans go awry.<br/><br/>He was enjoying his time with the group so far. But he was still ravenously hungry and doubted that one or two humans would be nearly enough. While he spoke in his human detachment his roots writhed beneath the city. He sensed the movements of those around and diverted his focus into those closest to the largest numbers of footsteps. These roots did not always bare pods and he didn't intend to use them this time. He was hoping to catch a few to devour in his massive central maw this time.