<strong>"Thanks"</strong>she managed, automatically, and took her shirt in her left hand and cup in her right.  She gulped down half the drink, dabbed herself with the shirt a little - not that she was very sweaty of course, but still, more than she preferred.  She drank half the remainder, and set her cup down to brush her hair back with both hands, putting some order into things again.<br/><br/>Then she sat, breath returning to control, shirt rolled up next to her - she'd put it back on once she was cooled off properly.  She sipped what little remained in her cup, and watched Lisa dealing with the wizards.  Trying not to kill the culprit - that sounded nice... though she couldn't help adding:<strong>"Whatever she's summoned, though, we should kill that."</strong>Then she glanced around, and sat back - she'd be told when she and the mercenaries came across anything significant.  Otherwise, it seemed they'd have to wait for the three in the wizard's tower to catch up.