Sometimes, words aren't needed to convey the severity of a situation... and as she flips through a book in a language she can't comprehend, Rauko begins to worry that her situation is very severe indeed. The anathema are glorified beasts, it seems- and if the pictures are to be believed, they are quick to revel in that fact.<br/><br/>And her mood only darkens once she finds a passage she can comprehend. The Wretched, huh? A being who skulks in the shadows, the book says... well, Rauko's line of work certainly could be qualified as Skulking, she supposes. But the book would paint her an assassin, a murderer... and she's processing that thought when a knock on the door causes her to jump out of chair and skin alike.<br/><br/>"Um... One moment..." Frantically, the infiltrator scoops up the books and returns them to their place on the shelf as best she can, before wrapping the bed's blanket around her body like a shawl and moving over to the door. "I'm, um... just one more moment."<br/><br/>Warily, and wearily, the blue-haired woman puts her eye up to the peephole on the door. She trusts the madame of the rose, for the most part... but when the Censor is hunting you, and you're worried that you're becoming a monster, you tend to get a little bit paranoid.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">If she recognizes the girl on the other side of the door, she'll open it. </div></div>