Without intending to do so, Ithika lets a mental phrase through the link she's sharing with the others, more like something she's blurted out than something she's intentionally replied.<i>You do the impossible with me and I'll <b>make</b> it newsworthy....</i>her communication suddenly goes silent as her cat-like eyes widen, refusing to meet those of anyone else in the party.  She doesn't even compliment Garrett as he completes his task with such ease that the drow, who picked her first lock before the reporter was even born, looks like a clumsy buffoon.  She simply looks into the room.<br/><br/>She quickly ascertains that the contents of Omik's chamber now include two beasts and a woman, and while course would normally dictate that they unleash hell on everything within, Ithika immediately assumes that any undead intelligent enough to read a book must be worth interrogating.  She readies her bow with the swift assurance of a practiced hunter, selecting from her quiver one of the few unique arrows she carried-- an exquisitely carved, black-shafted arrow etched with arcane runes... certainly of Karrnathi origin, she seems to have some confidence that this arrow will do some good against the undead...<br/><br/>She nocks it, leaving the lock-picks where they are for the moment, and lines up a bee-line for the back of the pale woman's head.<i>She may have information,</i>Ithika sends through the link,<i>I will prepare a kill-shot, just in case.</i>She creeps silently as she moves deeper into the room, just in case the spell is insufficient to hide from her...<i>Get ready to waste the beasties.  We shall interrogate the vampire... or whatever she is.</i>