Piav snickers into her sleeve at Juniper's slip. "Might do. I think she got the box open - at least, I heard rustling and clinking - so her fingers should be free now." She turns her head, looking in Lydia's direction. "What's in the box?"<br/><br/>Slind talking to the cultists earns the slightest of sly little smiles, but Piav doesn't comment - her attention is on Lydia, Lydia's find, and what in it might be useful. Or funny. Or both.