Dieza looks up as Lerissa's talon-tipped fingers pull her to a stop.  She almost breaks and runs, her eyes gleaming with fear and emotion, and the Tiefling's surreal beauty simultaneously terrifies and fascinates the human girl.<br/><br/>Her mouth works soundlessly as she struggles for sense.  "I'm no good at these things..." the reality of danger was as palpable as the blood drying on her hands.  "I don't see how I'd be any... I mean, involved in<em>this</em>?"<br/><br/>After a few stammering moments, she snaps to.  Where her small, pink lips were hanging agape and quivering slightly, now instead they form a set line-- an expression that speaks of her training in a place, far away now, that demanded stoicism and dignity above all else.  "Of course... please ignore my unsteadiness."  She draws the back of her hand across her brow.  She locks eyes with the tiefling, her dark pupils large and gleaming enough to reflect Lerissa's face like a mirror.  In those eyes, there's an apparent determination... perhaps an awareness that this task for Dante could be an escape from the venemous and addictive glimmer of this city.<br/><br/>She nods once at Lerissa and makes her way back towards where Dante stands, waiting for the next moves to be made.