The dragoness looked at the assembled group.  She said nothing, she was ready already, she'd had no intention of visiting a devil without preparations and was quite anxious to get started.  She flicked her tongue, tasting the air, the wiped it across her face.<br/><br/>She was acting bored, and maybe she was, but she remained alert, watchful.  Who's to say the ambush had to come at the start?