A few drinks calmed the boss' nerves. She shook her head at what a disaster the break in ended up being. It wasn't like she could have expected to happen, but she certainly shouldn't have messed with things of the occult, given her very limit background with them. Sighing after her third drink, Noriko accepted that what was done was done. At least the Satrap didn't have access to that sort of power.<br/><br/>It was then Noriko reached into one of her pockets. Her fingers wrapped around a sphere of brass. Pulling it out her eyes grow wide when she realizes that it is a miniature version of the sphere that held the escaped god Freedan. She takes a moment to feel to weight of it in her hand, not pulling it above the table. Tucking it back in her pocket, Noriko would thank Ironsides for the drinks and promptly excuse herself, saying that she would be back tomorrow.<br/><br/>Once back at her hideout, Noriko would shut herself in her room before pulling out the brass sphere again. "Hello?" She whispered to it.