Quitxi nods, a faint one, and opens the door to the parlor.  "Wish we could stay here," she says, the now-darkened room still slightly more inviting than a cave... "let me think on it..." She swivels, hops onto the bartop next to a guttering candle, and lights its neighbor before drawing out the map of the catacombs, deliniating major landmarks, and tries to reconcile it with potentially safe areas of the city.<br/><br/>She spins a coin on the countertop, watching it spiral... notes looks at a sector of the map which she suspects to correspond with a well-to-do neighborhood...<br/><br/>... the coin spins, she massages the soreness in her shoulder, her face half-shadowed, emphasizing the amber glow of her skin, the delicate features, the nymphish details... she feels Sophie watching her, and smiles very faintly before turning to look at the lovely girl... 'we're probably close to the same age,' she thinks... '... i wonder what else we have in common.'<br/><br/>The coin continues to spin and rotate on the countertop, and she slaps it still with her palm.  "I've an idea.  Let's get somewhere safe, I'll give you an address..."  she waves them towards the door.