Sophia sits silently, really..taking everything in before she dares to speak. While everyone else was immersed in their meal - she only nibbled bits and pieces delicately, as if each piece of food would shatter between her slender fingertips. Looking over to Amberlin as she's adressed ( naturally assuming she's the one being adressed ) , Sophia purses her lips slowly to speak, heaving a deep breath. This was most certainly a lot of work..and..Sophia admittedly was pressing for some sort of reward. Maybe to ..find a bit of her past while she's at it.<br/><br/>Unfolding her hands from her lap, and smoothing her skirt against her waist, Sophia slowly crosses one slender leg atop the other, and peers to Mirth..then to Jaina, and back to the man whom she had locked vision with. Seems like things were going to be a lot rougher than she expected...<br/><br/>Closing her eyes as if hesitant, burying herself in thought..trim, pronounced eyelashes flittering shut. And, silently, they open once more, until her lips part to speak once more. At the mention of breaking and entering in order to steal the necklace back, her nose scrunches up in disdain..but realizing it were for the greater good..she'd let it slide.<br/><br/>"So then..! If..If there are other people out after these artifacts, then we need to get moving, right? Where is this..umm...rogue you speak of?"<br/><br/>With that sentence, Sophia's hands thump against the desk as her body moves to attention - looking about as eager and understanding as a five-year old put out in the middle of a war-stained battlefield.