The young woman took a breath, eating up as well as she could, looking at Gabriel a bit warily now and then, but soon relaxing a bit again and speaking in a soft tone of voice, her eyes half-closed. "Fairly short with a rash along his neck, with slim build and ratty bit of hair under his nose, I did not hear his name said but he looked fresh too."<br/><br/>Well, the description didn't bring anyone in particular to Gabriel's mind, but certainly nobody that should have<em>access</em>to the dungeon at this time at least, and only the Jailer should have the keys too.<br/><br/>"As for your helper, I guess that is fair. Hmmh." She sighed and looked at the boy. "Not your fault you follow a tyrannical dictator that turns a blind eye on everyone's suffering, but you might want to think it over-"<br/><br/>Michael tensed up and turned to leave, looking ready to complain but taking a distance instead, while the girl blinked. "Sheesh, what crawled up in his butt and died?" She seemed entirely unaware of anything she said having even a slightest chance to insult another person. Then again, she seemed oblivious the person she came to murder earlier had just walked away after her badmouthing.