"I think it may have been buried beneath ze rubble," the blue clothed gnome replied to the lupine shape shifter, pointing towards a pile of fallen masonry with her riding crop, around which a pool of crimson was beginning to form from the remains of their jailbreaking associate, "but while I can appreciate a taste for fashion... not zat it was particularly fashionable, now iz not ze time to think of such things, we must 'urry, make haste towards ze exit, et say a quick prayer for our fallen companion as we go. Besides which, you look much better visout it."<br/><br/>Odette knelt to the ground, looking around as though searching for something, "Now where is our saviour? Our beautiful little angel to lead us out of zis den of 'orrors? 'Ere kitty kitty, ze bad men are dealt vis, lead madame Odette et zese nice ozers out of 'ere please"