Vespa stood silently, hand outreached and her jaw left ever so slack as though she was just about to protest. In a brief moment the woman was gone, shouting like a fanatic as she departed. Vespa was once again left in silence. This encounter was nothing but a minor pause in her exploration; she set her mind back to wandering the catacombs. As for the orders she had been given, well, she didn’t exactly feel stirred to action. She knew in time she would encounter many others. Some people would share intimate details, others would not, it had always been this way. If she was pressed hard enough she just might share a thing or too herself...<br/><br/>In the background she could hear the sounds of turmoil. She found the thought of being present an undesirable notion; instead she had decided to move to the library. Hopefully she would fine a quiet environment devoid of other persons for a time.<br/>