Standing her ground, one cold, soot-blackened dagger poised in her fingertips, Sethi  (http://i.imgur.com/qsqyT.jpg)hesitates at Chloe's attempt to lecture their attackers into submission. The lean young woman's feet are planted apart so, her stance suggesting that she has hesitated mid-stride and glanced back over her shoulder.  Her gray eyes stare out boldly from the bruised-shadow hollows, but otherwise the lack of sleep  hasn't harmed her appearance.  Her amber-gold hair curtains her face, makes the pose quite pretty, actually... long, slender limbs clad in exquisitely-tooled leather, the reinforcing pads and splints serving to accentuate the pose.<br/><br/>Realizing how ridiculous this must look, Sethi's eyes dart over the standing thugs, her pale lips tightening into an expression of awkward embarrassment.  For a moment, she lets Chloe's words work on the thugs, then she recognizes that their greedy minds must be whirling with options-- one has already thrown a vial of some corrosive liquid-- what if they light the oil?  What if they are circling outside to try a new route?<br/><br/>She opts for assurance.  "Fuck it.  Kill them." She says this with casual disregard, not as some bloodthirsty cry of battle.  She may as well have just stated that their horse is in the stable, or that it's raining outside.  "The longer they stand there and think, the worse it'll be."  She sheathes one of her daggers and retrieves a rapier instead-- perhaps to improve the efficiency of the coup de grace she seems intent to deliver to the fallen thugs.