Jiao Jie had abandoned her tea and rose from her makeshift couch to edge closer to the Fangshi and the unfortunate warrior's spirit. A sad smile graced the pretty features as she listened, an occasional lowering of the thick lashes when the spirit described the horrors inflicted. As they had feared, their weaponry seemed useless against this monster and she glanced towards Madame Shu, unsure if the lady had any of those daggerlike pins left.