Quitxi turns her gaze from one end of the room to the other, chuckling slightly.  "Capital..." she steps behind the prisoner and, with one raised foot, gives him a shove into the room.  She locks it, then sets the keys under an overturned mug on the bar.<br/><br/>Now that they're in, Quitxi takes a moment to clear her head... she reworks the brilliantly red pleats on her head, and paces from one end of the room to the other.  Her movements are confident, steady, and silent, as her slight figure walks with a definite sway, emphasized by the serpentine contours and matte silver studs of her armor.  She bears a foot and a half of black steel from her scabbard, then replaces it, before shedding her pack and stashing it out of sight behind the bar... best to limit obstructions.  She checks her quiver and bow, not certain that she'll have a chance to use them in these close quarters, and winds her rope around the opposite shoulder as her quiver.<br/><br/>"Alright," she says softly, glancing at Sweetwater and Sophie... she paces to the door left of the entrance, and checking the handle, tests it as she draws her blade.