Ceres walked up behind Silet in time to hear her last comment and, due to the crush of cadavers choking the short hall, brushed against the Succubi's flank for a moment as she walked past. "Personally, I don't give a damn where someone is from. So long as they treat me and mine with the respect that I'd treat them with, they can live as they please, how they please."<br/><br/>Her fingers gently danced over the bandage on her side, the movement reminding her that she got overconfident as she looked at Soanala. "While it is interesting to hear you two discuss your relative beliefs and insult one another in the same breath, perhaps we should put such commentary aside until after we loot the place and leave this forsaken pit?" She then paused, and chuckled. "Oh, I do hope you have a spare set of clothes. Between the fight outside, and the bomb those guards tossed in here, there's only enough of your garments to ~mostly~ cover your modesty."<br/><br/>She then turned, heading back down into the keep to begin looting the contents of the fortifications, leaving the Succubus and the Dragoon to their own thoughts and comments, busying herself with the art of selecting the most valuable items out of the building full of potential valuables.