Noriko listened while fussing with minor details of her outfit. She was at home among her gang and she normally wore clothes that spoke to her background as a gang leader, but sometimes she just had to feel like a lady. Once she met with Brass, Noriko planned to take the things Cloxe the Thaumaurge wanted. Since her exaltion, Noriko had become more interested in the First Age and having a client like Thaumaurge would at least satisfy her interest.<br/><br/>She had to cock an eyebrow at the rumor of the Demon Tiger being spotted during the paper mill fire. It might have been in the outskirts of the town, but Noriko hadn't heard of it being so close before--she thought it was content just disrupting trade outside the city.<br/><br/>The smile Noriko had when she saw Brass shifted into a frown when she saw the nasty wound that might have killed any other of her gang outright. Folding her arms Noriko sighed. "Just can't help but get hurt can you?" She takes a seat never to her Infernal friend and listens to what Brass has to say.<br/><br/>The firedust was definitely evidence of the satrap planning something and important if it warranted this stuff. "Now what could they be planning with this? Did you get this off the snoop?" In other circumstances Noriko might have been leaning against Brass, but not with that wound. Taking a cloth napkin from within one of the dress' folds, she wipes away the blood that's on Brass' lips.