Jilla bit her lower lip in amusement at Caiuss’s surprise.  She held back from muttering, “primes” in a smugly entertained fashion.  She supposed the Prime was as diverse and wondrous a plane as any other, with it’s own rules.  On Casius’s world, she would be the clueless one.  Since coming to the cage, she’d run into any number of people who could do with the humility that would come with that admission.<br/><br/>She waited ‘til the naga and the human finished their discussion before chiming in, “You suggest splitting up, good Cassius?  Are you suggesting then that we have long patrols?  I was under the impression that we would more put on a show of preparedness at three times during the day, then be prepared to respond quickly to problems that arose in spite of our presence?  Forgive my ignorance of such procedures.  Warding a border or hunting raiders is very different from patrolling a stretch of city. I can see already that some of my assumptions are inaccurate.”<br/>