second floor,

( hard to ignore a woman with a presence like that, even without the heavy sharpness of blood in the air. she'd be stupid to, given that every base instinct she has in her body to keep herself alive is telling her to run. frivolous as she is, she does enjoy drawing breath and all that comes with. there's still so many little things she's yet to enjoy enough times. give her a few more centuries, perhaps. )

Here I am.

( a singsong levity to soothe her own frazzled nerves, likely. yet the eyes locked on the sorcerer is searching for anything she might be able to use, for an indication for how she might escape this still. there's been enough days to learn how this floor works, and she's certain incapacitating this one isn't an option for her. so, with a careful step back: )

Any chance you could just let me through? I promise I'll be out of your hair very quickly.