Oh it was rich!  The satyr squaring off with the mouthy slave-girl.  The Gorgon grinning rather widely, her face near beautiful when she chose to smile.  Though the snakes upon her head were rather agitated by the sudden movements, hissing and lunging towards what they felt, though none were long enough to even get close to the action.  She rather wanted to watch the woman get beat down, for no doubt, the Satyr would win.. Yet her attention was diverted by the thump beside her, Sybil falling rather unceremoniously on her ass.<br/><br/>“Careful!”  She had seen nothing near the woman, and had yet to see her be so clumsy..  She would lean down, careful to keep those hissing denizens of her head from being near enough to touch the other woman. “Need a hand?”  Slender fingers brushing the other woman's wrist, likely to let her know where said help could be found.  Should it be accepted she would lift her to her feet, stepping away once again, unused to being so close to someone else.  “It would seem our little slave has yet to learn the lesson.. Or perhaps she is a liar.  You would likely know more than myself..”  That wry little smile as she would re-gather the scrolls, casting another glance towards the two.<br/><br/>“To the library?”  Whatever happened, and she did hope the satyr came out on top, in more than one sense, was nary her concern.  “We have quite a few sightings from what I can see here..  And I would rather be fighting them than having to tend to some unruly slave.. Really.. you would think Catulus would be able to afford more capable help..”  Those words spoken loud enough that the girl could not help but hear her.  The snake laden girl moving towards the door, slipping through it, moving towards the familiar library.  Many an afternoon of the last month spent there playing chess, or sometimes pushing Argentum into reading aloud of one of his philosophy books..<br/><br/>“Ah, a pirate!”  She very nearly wanted to giggle.  That could be fun..  Moving into the library she would look up from the opened scroll to watch Argentum a moment.  Sometimes it was hard for her to tell if he was truly alive, his chest barely seeming to move.  It was almost as though someone had dressed a statue and plopped it down in the middle of the library.<br/><br/>“Greetings Argentum..  Catulus delivered the scrolls with the most recent sightings of..”  What would she call them?  The enemies of Rome?  Just thinking about it made her want to roll her eyes.  Yet she would merely lift her shoulders.  “You know, Monsters and umm.. Freaks..”  Flushing a little, as her kind would have likely showed up in just such scrolls.. If such an organization had existed back then.  The Gorgon leaning down to deposit all the scrolls upon the table, catching one as it would try to roll off.