"Perhaps..." The raven-haired rogue said with a smile, "We'll just be... having a rendezvous with someone. A message from our organization to one who would ally with the invaders. Nothing major, I would think."<br/><br/>Elena looked around the room of the kitchen, rumaging around until she found two potato sacks. She wiggled her lips in dissaproval as she poked two holes in each of them. Tossing one to Rhianna, the rogue stuffed the other in her pack. "Best not to show our faces, though."