Shaking her head, Ithi'Ka's gloved fingers stroke at her jaw absently.  "Perhaps," she answers the ensign.  "Well done.  Thank you."  She nods in curt, but respectful, gratitude.<br/><br/>"I have heard that," she answers to Kasumi, shrugging toward the door.  If the monk follows her, she will fold her arms over her breasts and walk with her face low.  "Perhaps the farm.  Someone is there..."  she hesitates.  She knows Kasumi would have no reason to wish Nightshade ill, but Ithi'Ka's loyalty to Nightshade's protection does not make exceptions.<br/><br/>"There is a connection to a man," she says, swinging the heavy oak door open with the full weight of her slight form.  "This man is a criminal... a, ah, lord among pimps, I suppose."  She smiles wryly, walking at a natural distance from Kasumi between her words, but moving in each time she speaks... a habit of her time in the jungles, perhaps, when every sound had to be hushed, but when not speaking, a group must spread out, hide its numbers and look for every vantage point.<br/><br/>"This coin connects him to devils, as does a killer who appears to be in his employ--" she lifts her thin, white eyebrows in a gesture of emphasis, her silvery eyes white.  Her bitterness and frustration at her own ineptitude gives way to a little tinge of pride, for there's at least hope now that she's close to her quarry, "A purple-hued shapeshifter, of yellow-eyes, with a burning grasp.  Most likely, this beast is barghest-- but young."