Two days of heat and humidity didn't seem to have put much of a damper on Oriana's disposition. She'd tied her unruly hair back with a scarf, continued to take her fastidious notes, and returned Silas's snark barb for barb. She knew she was probably singling herself out for retribution, the form of which wasn't hard to guess with the bulging sack of radishes the rogue was gleefully carting around, but the potential challenge of outwitting him seemed to amuse her.<br/><br/>Her attitude took a turn towards the serious when they finally came across the tell-tale signs of the bandits' movements though. "<strong>Nice catch Miss Redfern,</strong>" she said, peering cautiously into the trees. She very much doubted this encounter would be much more pleasant that the one with Eleanor had been, but she would be glad to have this particular mess behind her.<br/><br/>She nods at Tsoni, tilts her head towards the rogue, and the big tawny cat trots over to weave between his shins. Her size makes it somewhat awkward, but for all intents she seems to behave like an exceptionally friendly housecat. "<strong>Do you have any experience working with animals? She's pretty well trained, but it can be hard to direct her effectively if you don't know what you're doing...</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>We <em>do</em> know their passphrase...</strong>" she says, twirling a thick curl around her finger. "<strong>Might be worth it to try another bit of deception, if only to keep their attention on the rest of us while Silas goes for the lookouts. Or he could sneak into camp, slip some of those radishes into the strewpot and we could wait to see what happens. I'm not sure if Silas is willing to part with some of his stash, though...</strong>" she adds with a little smirk.