Felosii enclines her head towards their employer in silent thanks, then turns towards Eve. Delicate and fragile she may look, but there is steel in her eyes. "Good. If I am not mistaken, that will be the bad one anyway. Thay ..." Fel trails off and shakes her head. "Thay will be a difficult one." She looks over her shoulder, at Sergei, and seems to think for a moment, then eyes their employer, a small, sharp smile on her lips. "Later, I think."<br/>