The amiable expression on Felicity's face vanishes every bit as quickly as it had appeared, and once more her blade comes into view, swept from behind her back and held at the ready. Despite the neko's rather rough attitide,  she did not seem to be a complete inept when it came to combat, likly having seen her fair share during her more 'adventurous' times on the high seas...or in port "Ayggghh....damnit, orc, said don't go gettin' all stupid on us." Judging by the deathlike-grip on her blade, had not Aiyaka intervened to silence the orc first, there is a rather good possibility that Felicity's own method of silencing the screaming girl would have been with the sharpened tip of her blade.<br/><br/>For better or worse, however, Aiyaka does manage to slip in and silence the girl, and rather than piling up on her and potentially harming Aiyaka in the process, Felicity lithely hops up onto the bed, jumps across it, and darts to the door, putting her hand - and shoulder - against it just in the off chance that she actually did have some companions nearby they simply had not discovered yet "Not smart, girl. Didn't see yer mates, so's I expect they ain't gonna come runnin' to save yer hide. You best listen to lil' catnip there, or--"<br/><br/>*Chuccka Chuccka*<br/><br/>Blinking, Felicity gazes down at the door handle in her grip. It was...locked? Trying the handle again, she rattles it, staring dumbly at the very door they'd all entered by. Had someone locked them in? Was it MORE orcs? If so, it wasn't exactly the best way to go about saving her hide, as trapping the girl with a bunch of irate brigands was not exactly good for her health "T...the bloody door is locked? Eh, I can't get it open. Good, I s'pose...ain't no more orcs gettin' in unless they bash down the door. Will give us warning, I guess. Ehhh...but who locked it....?" Keeping her hand pressed against the door, Felicity idly eyes Aiyaka and her orcish captive, actually rather admiring the strength contained in those tails. The orc was....not COMPLETELY in a bad position, wrapped up in that soft, fluffy warmth....<br/><br/>...Not that Felicity would ever actually voice her opinion. At least, not in front of others.