The mechanical maiden made note of Damian’s entrance, her blue eyes focused on him as he took his seat.  Her head tilted to the side, making note of the archaic implement that the man was using.  She found that to be the broods main flaw, not the slightly shaky infrastructure but their anachronistic ways they went about bussiness. When most of the members were ancient creatures, what could one expect?<br/><br/>She soon had her eyes upon the map scanning the terrain, most likely flawed because the image was rendered by hand.  She would have to take such flaws into effect as she matched the rendering to the topographical maps in her memory.  Her head lurched forward for a moment as she pulled the information to the surface of her memory banks.<br/><br/>“Your information is good Damian, but, this camp, nor others of its kind are a threat.  The supplies they provide are essential to the rank and file humans, not the actual members of the Hell Fire Brigade.”  When she spoke the word there was a slight tick at the sides of her mouth.<br/><br/>“Cutting supply lines will barely affect the true defenders of humanity, weakening a populace that is incapable of defending itself is a useless endeavor.  So, unless your plan involves the actual destruction of the Elite Members of the DPS, I must say I find this mission to be without point.”<br/><br/>She didn’t even pay the fop of an immortal any heed,  ignoring orders for a revelery was illogical.