The gnome gingerly followed the feline creature and her comrades, the platinum-haired girl shifting about lest a member of the guard were to show up, while doing her best to keep an eye on the cat's movements as she began opening the portable hole.<br/><strong>"M-merci,"</strong>Odette says, shedding her clinical, open-backed robe and donning her preferred garb, a corset, gloves and boots forged of mithril in such a way that it seemed to resemble silver silk, though it still seemed to pinch every now and then as all chain against bare skin was inclined to do, though this, fortunately, seemed to do so much less. To accentuate this, a selection of jewellery that seemed to glitter even the dim light of these chambers (each piece checked thoroughly as though the gnome had them catalogued in her mind) and a finely crafted crown that, when perched atop her head, appeared to make her small face light up.<br/><strong>"Merci beaucoup, madam Chat,</strong>" the red-eyed girl, seemingly more used to speaking her own race's tongue than common repeated to their saviour,<strong>"mais, why would you 'elp us? What do you 'ave to gain for freeing us? Not that I'm complaining, bien sûr." </strong>Odette consludes while giving her whip a quick flick to see if she had become unaccustomed to the finely crafted leather's weight.