<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/ObWAVfu.png)</div>"Roric was, indeed, a proper villain. Held the district together with a firm hand." The fox agrees, settled back against one of those grimy windows, gaze sizing up the office, the bravos, and Baszo himself - and flicking a glance out one window, to a larger 'crow' among the rest on a nearby building. The fingers of her right hand flit lightly along the spirit charm at her waist, hanging from her gunbelt, swirling along the arcane patterns carved into the lashed-together bones. "The question falls about who will be his successor, then - and my question, Bazso, is why you think it'll be you and your Lampblacks? Why should we throw our lot in with yours?"<br/><br/>There's nothing aggressive in Lana's pose - there never really is. Isn't all that much aggressive about her words, either, even if leaving the opening to Silk would've been best. Just an honest curiosity in both. Her hands aren't near the handles of her guns, her tail is swishing against the wall, and while her outfit is perhaps more serious than normal - getting blood on anything but her dark longcoat is so difficult to clean! - her grin is just as cheerful, her gaze just as bright, as ever. Of course, with her, that's always the case. A light smile and a bright laugh even in the thick of it. So those who know her might harbor some concern even so...<br/><br/>But there's still a reason that Lana 'Lenore' is part of the crew, and even in simple questions she's studying potential prey, eyeing the Lampblacks around them and how they react to the others, to the words. Out the window, Nevermore is keeping much the same eye on things from a bit further out, and making sure that a potential alley escape isn't being blocked off. Just in case things go sour.