[i]The huntress didn't even falter, as if she was frozen into place. Her gloved hands had found their way into her thin coat's pocket, while rain drizzled down from the heavens outside. It wasn't like she could speak to Sandello anyway, since she was mute. And if she could...she didn't know what to say anyways. Sandello was...polite. Calm. Like a scolding father to a trouble-causing child, which in this cause was Irina. If the father had the intent of murdering the child, assuming Sandello planned on killing her.[/i]