Ithi'Ka blinks rapidly at Garrett, hoping that her reaction to his typically offensive demeanor is purely the result of some temporary affectation rather than some inbord, subconscious desires.  Her eyes seem to want to blink on their own, and when she waves him closer, she has to fight back the urge to grab his hands and draw him on into the dance with the dead.  "Come on," she says softly, her mouth tensing toward a smile that she squelches with a memory of Garrett the last time she met with him in Saithe's chambers, with the dog girl.<br/><br/>The memory is almost too much, and she very nearly steers him into the shrunken, waxy face of a shambling corpse before righting herself and picking her path with more care... she can't cut the corners as sharp as she'd like, ready her distances like she normally would-- overall, the exercise is quite taxing.<br/><em>(Ithika's aid/dex chex are as follows: Leg 1: 5+5=10, 10+5=17, 19+5=24.  Leg 2: 11+5=17, 9+5=14, 3+5+assist2=10)</em><br/><br/>When they reach the room, she starts to move with more caution, her eyes probing every shadow, her feet testing each step slowly before allowing her weight to settle.  She is fully aware of the possibility that, should the doctor have planned this defection, he may have set more than just undead to guard his lair.  Of course, if he was so prepared as to set a trap, she has little hope of finding useful evidence of his reasoning or his recent work.<br/><br/>She loves the darkness, though... and the researcher's work environment makes her feel a little piqued.  Or perhaps it was leading Garrett, knowing that he was sharing some effort to mutually trust her...