As twisted as the scenario is, Rauko has to admit that there's a degree of infectiousness to the purple-haired woman's joy; but she attributes that more to the woman's personality, and the intensity of her emotions, than she does to any sense of caring or connection between the two of them. How could she care for someone who had just abducted her and used her like the Violator had?<br/><br/>"Hold on, now..." Trying to keep her guard up, the infiltrator steps in and reaches out to grab the Violator's elbow. She's going to help the woman, but that doesn't mean she has to be all girly and gush about it. And she's got no desire to feel like she's supporting the Violator in all this madness.<br/><br/><em>It's just to protect the Caravaners...</em><br/><br/>"First things first, you're not summoning anything until you're far, far away from that caravan." The infiltrator might be able to blend into the background of peoples' minds, but she doubts she could hide a Nephrack. Whatever that was. "Now... that trick you did when I first arrived into the desert... how long can you keep it up?"