Selena tucked her phone between her ear and her shoulder so she could speak freely. She was at work and they typically frowned upon personal calls; but there was no one who cared enough to scold her, as long as she kept up with the customers. "Well, bear with me here, but it doesn't sound like these Prometheus things<em>mean</em>to hurt anyone; and it doesn't sound like this one is." Admittedly she wasn't sure if she had followed everything successfully. "I mean, sure, if looking at these things inspires hatred, then you can't really let 'em hang around too long… but the Darkspawn are<em>actively</em>'disappearing' people. That strikes me as the more urgent concern."<br/><br/>Any customers listening to her conversation were no doubt very confused.<br/>